5 times sukuna was heavily yearning + 1 time you finally noticed.
oblivious, lonely reader whoโs used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. uncle!sukuna. sukuna calls reader angel. heโs so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.
you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the processโ a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.
first, you needed to be in your designated โmovie night pajamasโ, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?
for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.
your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.
tonight, everything was perfect.
you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfectโ
you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadnโt ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?
you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing โxโ on ads urging you to โtext hot, single ladies in your areaโ, and โai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!โ), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didnโt even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.
you and sukuna werenโt that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you forโฆ everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.
so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a littleโฆ nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. โsorry for showing up unannounced.โ
he didnโt sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.
you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. โmovie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?โ
โhow did you know?โ you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.
holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on viewโ
โitโs your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.โ he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. โi listen, you know.โ
your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. โdonโt tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.โ
you paused. โwellโฆโ
โare you serious?โ sukuna scoffed. โyouโre my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.โ
โwhat?โ you mumbled back, more confused. โyou always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didnโt even know my last name.โ
he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. โyou really are oblivious, huh?โ
he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. โhereโs the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.โ
โoh. you didnโt have toโโ
โi wanted to.โ he immediately stated, face serious. โโll leave you to it, canโt have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.โ
with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.
you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.
at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.
however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.
today wasnโt different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.
the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chattedโ something that made you feel at ease when ordering.
โmy favorite customer,โ he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didnโt pay any mind to it. โi wonder what you will order this time.โ
you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. โyeah, i wonder too.โ
he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. โwell, you know your total.โ
you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukunaโs signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. โmake it two.โ
you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. โof course.โ
before you could register it, sukunaโs card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.
and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. โhere. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?โ
โโฆhow the fuck do you even know that?โ you mumbled, utterly confused. โwhy are you here? how did you find meโ did you even know what you orderedโโ
โeasy there, angel.โ he murmured, calm. โyou always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. โm here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.โ
you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. โare you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?โ
โโฆdid you just call me angel?โ
his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. โabsolutely not. hallucinations. letโs go.โ
that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?
you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.
fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.
you laid face-down on shokoโs bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. โโm so screwed.โ
she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. โyou quite literally could not be more not screwed.โ
โi have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing โhisโ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.โ
she glanced up, as if she knew something you didnโt. โhe wonโt kill you. kiss you? maybe.โ
โstop being delusional.โ you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. โโm so fucked.โ
she sighed. โyouโre delusional too if you donโt realize whatโs happening. anyways, isnโt it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?โ
you jumped up, gasping. โit is! fuck!โ you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquariumโs instagram page just in case there were any updates.
and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.
โoh, fuck my fucking life.โ you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. โshoko, be my aquarium date.โ
โcouples only, huh? if only these werenโt the conditions,โ she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.
โask sukuna to go with you.โ
you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. โgood idea. โm asking gojo or geto.โ
โthat is quite literally not what i said.โ
you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldnโt, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple โheโs almost thereโ, and a thumbs up.
what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck โheโ was, when your doorbell rings.
you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. โletโs go.โ
he raised an eyebrow. โthe aquarium. date night. letโs go.โ
โโฆare you sure?โ you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. โโm, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.โ
his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. โi know what โm getting into. letโs go.โ
you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. โsuguru could have just said he couldnโt come. iโm sorry he sent you instead.โ
โoh, he could come.โ sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didnโt even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. โthis is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?โ
you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you donโt become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.
you didnโt expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didnโt expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didnโt expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.
โthank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.โ you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.
โof course, angel.โ he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. โโฆsleep well, goodnight.โ
gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.
you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.
you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.
oh, how you wished you had a dry towelโ
a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.
โdonโt stare at the fucking sun.โ
you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.
fuck. how could someone be so pretty?
he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. โswitch towels. mine is dry.โ
โhi.โ you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. โdonโt you need your towel dry?โ
โโm not going into the water this late.โ he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. โthat dumbass.โ
โi spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.โ you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. โthank you, kuna.โ
โdonโt mention it.โ he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, โyou rub sunscreen on him?โ
โoh, no, itโs a spray.โ you hummed, pulling it out. โisnโt it cool?โ
he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. โmhm. it is. can you spray me?โ
you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldnโt feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.
you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. โtry to rub it to make sure itโs even.โ
he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.
what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.
โโฆyou went early, huh?โ
โโฆyeah.โ you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.
โtell me next time. โll go with you.โ he sighed. โthese idiots always come when itโs already too cold.โ
you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. โyour lips are pale. still cold?โ
you grimaced. โโll be okay. thank you for the towelโโ
he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.
holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you werenโt malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.
well. at least it wasnโt you this time.
as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in checkโ you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studyingโ having been one since the first semester, when you both met.
during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojoโs treat, and he grinned excitedly. โoh, this will be so good. you go first.โ
โyou donโt have to tell me twice.โ you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. โfuck. this is so good.โ
gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. โoh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.โ
โthank you,โ you mumbled, grabbing another one. โyouโre the one spoiling me with these. youโre, like, my dream man right now.โ
gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. โdo not let sukuna hear you saying that. heโll have my head.โ
โwhy would he have your head for that?โ you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you werenโt even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. โfuck. try this one.โ
you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. โten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.โ he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. โand he will because heโs, like, in love with you.โ
โyou flipping liar.โ you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. โhe doesnโt. heโs just a good friend.โ
โheโs not a good friend,โ gojo snorted. โhe almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.โ
you did not believe him the slightest. โuh-huh. wanna try the red one?โ
later that night, you were curled up in bedโ going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his โsecretโ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.
you really needed caffeine.
everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everythingโ
fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.
sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?
you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.
a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.
โdonโt say anything.โ you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didnโt speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. โโm so sleepy.โ
โuh-huh. letโs get some caffeine in you.โ he murmured, turning more serious. โdonโt overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?โ
you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. โi did. ate and drank and slept well.โ
in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.
you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. โthank you, kuna.โ
he clicked his tongue. โdonโt mention it.โ
in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. โgojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.โ
you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. โi love gojo.โ
his lips immediately formed a scowl. โyou love him?โ
โnot like that,โ you snorted. โheโs justโฆ he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.โ
he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. โgood. you deserve to never feel like a burden. youโฆ mean a lot to me.โ
was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. โyou mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.โ
โdonโt mention it, angel.โ
against your will, you were dragged to a party.
you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadnโt just endedโ leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldnโt even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.
you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.
gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.
you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.
sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.
sukuna covering you with a blanket.
sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.
geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.
sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.
after that, you drifted into deep sleepโ the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukunaโs lap and a cigarette between his lips.
the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. โyou okay, angel?โ
โmhm. sleepy.โ you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. โthank you for watching over me, kuna. youโre, like, my angel.โ
โโฆdonโt mention it.โ he whisperedโ although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. โiโฆ yeah. donโt mention it.โ
it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.
โโฆthe stars are pretty.โ
he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasnโt pointed at you. โweโre, uh, done with the semester.โ
he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like heโs restarting. โโฆweโre good friends.โ
โwe are.โ you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.
โโฆkuna?โ you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. โi like you too.โ
and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. โyouโre not fucking with me, right? you like me?โ
you nodded, sleepy, but focused. โi like you.โ
he didnโt hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. โsay that again. please.โ
โi like you, kuna.โ you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.
he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. โโฆyou have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.โ when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. โโm marrying the fuck out of you one day.โ
that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. โtake me on a date first, at least. we havenโt even kissed yet.โ
his eyes lit up at the mere thoughtโ before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. โright. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.โ he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. โbest dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriendโ wait, fuck, not that yetโโ
you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,
he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.
once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. โโฆ.fuck.โ
โdinner sounds good.โ you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. โnext week?โ
โyou think โll make it to next week?โ he let out a sharp laugh. โyou have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.โ
โokay.โ you murmured, voice soft. โnow, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.โ
โโฆanything you fucking want, forever.โ
