Pairing: Sukuna X Higuruma,
Additional info: College AU, fluff, smut, shower sex, lot's of kisses
The stadium thunders as the whistle blows, and the ball finds its way into the captain’s arms.
Commentator 1: “And here he goes! The captain takes possession! He’s breaking through the midfield! Nothing can stop him!”
Mud flies under his boots as he tears across the pitch, his chest burning, defenders closing in fast.
Commentator 2: “Look at that pace! He’s shrugging off tackles like they’re nothing! Absolute brute strength!”
A rival lunge for him, hands clawing at his jersey, but he rips free with a sharp twist of his shoulder. The college team on the sidelines scream themselves hoarse, fists pounding the air.
Commentator 1: “One man to beat! can he do it? Can he do it?!”
He roars, dives forward, and slams the ball down past the try line, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fire.
The stadium erupts like a volcano, except for lava, there is a sea of people making past the railings of the field and entering inside. Tokyo University students are stomping, shaking the very ground as captain Sukuna rises from the turf, mud streaking his jaw, sweat dripping down his tattooed face, disheveled hair plastered to his temples. His helmet hangs loose in one hand, his broad shoulders heaving as if he’s dragged the entire team across the field by sheer will.
Commentator 2: “The captain does it again! Tokyo University wins the match! This year’s champions’ trophy goes to Tokyo University!”
His teammates vault over the sideline barrier, flooding onto the field like a tide. They swarm him, tackling him in celebration rather than defense this time, shouting his name as they pound his back and ruffle his sweat-drenched hair.
Commentator 1: “That’s the spirit of a captain right there! Power, speed, and the heart to carry his team through!”
Sukuna throws his head back, laughing loud and fire still raging in his crimson eyes. He rips his arm free from the pile just to raise a fist in the air, and the stadium answers with thunder. The chant rises, echoing across the night sky, his name, over and over.
Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna!
The chaos doesn’t distract him. Even as teammates slam into him, even as the crowd’s roar rattles his bones, Sukuna’s gaze cuts through it all, searching for the person that matters to him the most.
The stadium is an unstable storm right now, but he hunts for calm amongst the sea of people, for the one anchor that steadies him.
He takes a deep sigh and keeps scanning.
Stadium, field, benches, his chest heaves, tattoos streaked with sweat and dirt, eyes darting across the whole area until it gets locked at the face he adores so much.
Across hundreds of moving faces Sukuna’s eyes find him.
Hiromi’s face, half-shocked, half-smiling, leaning over the rail, the world around him a blur. His eyes widen slightly as Sukuna gazes at him.
Sukuna’s lips twitch into a smile, toothy and tender all at once.
The stadium doesn’t matter to him anymore. The victory, the chants, the adoration everything fades behind like a passing bullet train. For Sukuna, there’s only that single figure in the crowd, the one he would not hesitate to tear through worlds to reach. His fists clench, jaw set, and for a moment it seems as if he might leap the barricade, mud and sweat and all, just to drag Hiromi into his arms.
The team is still piling onto him, shouting, shaking him, but Sukuna tears free. His eyes lock on the sidelines where Hiromi stands, caught between the frenzy of fans and the edge of the pitch.
For a heartbeat, they just stare, once again.
Hiromi’s breath hitches, chest tight, the realization crashing into him—his 7 feet lover is running towards him.
And then Sukuna runs. Boots pounding, mud flying, jersey torn at the collar, tattoos gleaming under the stadium lights.
Hiromi moves too, vaulting forward from the sideline, bumping into the people standing on his way and ignoring their yelling complains.
They meet in the middle like a collision. Sukuna doesn’t slow though, he stretches his arm before their bodies crush against each other, sweeps Hiromi up in one swift motion, engulfing him, crushing him against his chest. Sweat, mud, and the sting of grass mean nothing as his massive arms lock around Hiromi’s back, lifting him clean off the ground.
Hiromi clutches at him, face buried in the crook of Sukuna’s neck, heart thundering louder than the stadium roar. Sukuna laughs, pressing his face against Hiromi’s hair as if to hide himself from the world.
Sukuna breaths in Hiromi’s scent, familiar smell of that 13 in 1 shampoo which he has tried to throw away multiple times, his arms wrap around the black-haired man, one hand resting under Hiromi’s butt to support him and other one around his back.
The game, trophy, cheers, everything pales in comparison to the feel of Hiromi in his arms.
Sukuna whispers, “Why didn’t you run to the field?”
Hiromi pulls back just enough to meet his blazing eyes, lips trembling into the faintest, knowing smile. Just enough to set Sukuna’s heart on fire.
Hiromi: “Because I knew you would make a run for me.”
The words gut him, cut sharper than any tackle. A crooked, almost boyish grin breaks through Sukuna’s fierce expression. Without hesitation, he cups Hiromi’s face in one mud-streaked hand, his thumb rough yet careful against soft skin, while his other arm snakes tighter around Hiromi’s waist.
And there, under the floodlights and deafening roars, Sukuna kisses him. Not gentle, never gentle—devoid of any shame or hesitation, pouring every ounce of triumph, relief, and want into it.
Like the early dating days when both of them were college freshmen, from being roommates to lovers, despite everyone’s laughter or mockery he never stopped holding Hiromi’s hands or hugging him in public, kissing his lips or cheek in front of others’ glaring stares.
Hiromi used to ask him to stop, but he enjoyed it deep down.
Hot-headed captain of rugby team dating model student with perfect score from law department. They were kicked out of their dorms at second year, when people complained about their relationship and how loud they were at night. Sukuna does not blame them, and having sex in their dorm room was like playing with fire. They moved away in a cheaper neighborhood far from their university. Hiromi faced bullying from his peers and professors alike for his relationship with Sukuna. Sukuna admires Hiromi’s resilience from that time. He neither backed off nor told Sukuna to break up. His grades never fell, and he kept showing up to his job and classes alike.
Sukuna found this side of Hiromi truly admirable.
Back to the field, their kiss should have ended in a heartbeat, just a desperate press of lips in the heat of victory. But Hiromi doesn’t let go. His arms snake up, wrapping tight around Sukuna’s head, fingers tangled in damp, disheveled hair. He opens his mouth willingly, almost hungrily, pulling Sukuna in deeper and swallowing him whole.
Sukuna growls low in his chest, pressing Hiromi back into his arm as if he’d never let him breathe without him. Their mouths clash, tongues tangling, sweat and salt and heat.
The stadium erupts once again, but not the way it had moments ago. Shock ripples through the stands, a wave of gasps, screams, and wild cheering.
Cameras zoom in, flashes pop. The commentators stumble over themselves, voices cracking.
Commentator 1: “L-Ladies and gentlemen—”
Commentator 2: “The captain—Tokyo University’s captain—he’s… oh my god, he’s kissing his lover! Right here on the pitch!”
Teammates stand frozen mid-celebration, jaws slack, before the realization sinks in and then they’re yelling even louder, some laughing, some whooping, pounding the ground in disbelief.
But Sukuna doesn’t care. Hiromi doesn’t care. In the center of the chaos, they devour each other shamelessly, unbothered by eyes, by shock, by the whole world watching.
Hiromi never even feels the turf beneath him, Sukuna’s strength has him lifted clean off the ground, his broad arm locked under his waist like steel, refusing to let him go. Suspended there, with his eyes entirely closed, Hiromi devours him, mouth on mouth, tongue against tongue, clinging to Sukuna’s head as though the whole stadium could vanish and he wouldn’t notice.
When at last, they break apart, both breathless, strings of heat and spit still between them, Hiromi pants, his head almost starts spinning, his flushed face buries for a moment against Sukuna’s chest.
The captain, chest heaving, doesn’t loosen his hold. His arm remains wound tight around Hiromi’s waist, protective, possessive.
He lowers Hiromi on the ground slowly with his lover’s head pressed against his chest.
Then he turns to the crowd and raises a fist, smiling ear-to-ear as if he has claimed the most important milestone of his life tonight.
Hiromi pulls away, his face flushed, his lips swollen a bit and he looks around, his eyes widening slightly at the widespread attention surrounding them.
“Cheer up! You have just kissed the most desired bachelor of all of Tokyo Hiromi,” Sukuna winks at him, and Hiromi closes his eyes, trying to contain his laughter.
Rest of the ceremonies follow smoothly. The team cheers with their hard-earned trophy raised high, takes photos, and Sukuna drags Hiromi to share a photo with him as well with the trophy.
Hiromi already knows the caption he going to post on Instagram with this photo.
“Let me guess, the caption is going to be ‘My two trophies,’?” Hiromi looks at Sukuna who is proudly staring at his photo.
“Do you have anything better to suggest?” Sukuna stares at him with a raised eyebrow. Hiromi sighs, photo of their kissing went viral on Twitter already. Not that he cares, but he is happy that it might make ruin his homophobic professor’s day. He will still be the top student this semester whether they like it or not.
Hiromi shakes his head, and keeps staring at Sukuna expectantly. Knowing him, Sukuna would not shy away from a bold celebration. Last time Hiromi landed a part-time position as a hot-shot lawyer’s assistant and Sukuna spent the money he was saving to make an expensive dinner reservation.
He does everything extra, that’s part of the reason Hiromi probably loves this man.
“You are coming with me at the hotel,” Sukuna leans down and murmurs in his ear. That’s it. this is the moment he had been waiting for the whole evening,
“Alright. Do you have the goods ready?” Hiromi raises his eyebrow. Sukuna’s mouth open and closes at the question. Of course, he did not think like that. He had been practicing for weeks away from Hiromi for the final. He did not pack anything else except for jersey, shoes and other daily necessities.
“I will go get them.” Hiromi pulls himself away from his lover’s grasp and whispers. “You go and talk to your team mates or the TV reporters.”
Sukuna squeezes his lover’s hand a bit before letting go completely and turns to the news reporters calling out to him to talk.
The hotel is just a short walk from the stadium, close enough that Sukuna reached there ahead of everyone else. Now, each passing minute only fuels his impatience. He’s already texted Hiromi twice and tried calling, but the line stays busy, leaving him restless and slightly annoyed.
Should he take a shower while he waits?
He pauses in front of the mirror, looking his reflection. Sweat clings to his skin, his hair is a tangled mess, and there’s a faint smear of dirt across his jaw and clothes. It is not surprising, he has just spent eighty grueling minutes on the field, pushing, tackling, and grappling his way through the match.
Still, he can’t bring himself to step under the water yet. He had imagined sharing that shower with Hiromi when he returned, washing off the exhaustion of the day together. The bathroom is way bigger than that of their home. With that thought, he decides to wait a little longer, even as impatience thrums quietly beneath his skin.
Should he order some food? The thought crosses his mind as his stomach gives a faint growl. He reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulls it open, and finds a folded flyer tucked neatly inside, the restaurant’s menu, printed in glossy paper with pictures of steaming dishes. The sight alone makes his hunger sharper. He wonders if Hiromi has eaten anything yet and dismisses the idea. He just finished his finals today, and with Sukuna not around to cook, he must be too tired to bother with food. He probably lived on the few weeks of the tournament on instant noodles. The idea makes Sukuna’s chest tighten with a mix of guilt and affection.
He smooths the flyer across the bed and scans every item carefully, hoping to find something that would appeal to both of them. He leans back against the headboard, glancing around the room. It’s quiet, comfortably lit, and best of all, entirely his. He was lucky to get the odd room out, sparing him the trouble of sharing space with his teammates.
He calls the restaurant to ask how late they’ll stay open and whether room service can deliver food right away. Truthfully, he’d prefer to go out and eat with Hiromi, to unwind somewhere quiet after the long day, but he doesn’t want to risk missing him if Hiromi returns soon.
After hanging up, Sukuna changes into a clean shirt and trousers, then sprawls out on the bed. He scrolls through social media absentmindedly for a few minutes—and there it is. Their photo, the one of him and Hiromi kissing, has gone viral. The image is everywhere, shared, reposted, commented on. He exhales through a faint smirk, shrugging it off. Oddly enough, this single moment of affection has drawn more attention than all his years of playing college rugby ever did. At least, he thinks dryly, the hype will keep people talking about him for a while.
He lets the phone slip from his hand onto the mattress and closes his eyes, the weight of exhaustion finally settling over him. Sleep creeps in slowly, dull and heavy, until a sudden pounding on the door jolts him awake. His eyes snap open, heart kicking in his chest. He’s on his feet before he even realizes it.
“Hey, sorry it took me so long to find a convenience store. Every place around here only sells food or sports gear,” Hiromi says as he steps inside, a faint trace of tiredness in his voice. Sukuna closes the door behind him with a soft click, and the low hum of the automatic lock fills the silence for a moment before fading away.
The quiet that follows feels heavy, enveloping them like a blanket. Hiromi’s eyes sweep over Sukuna, who’s still rubbing his face, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.
“Were you sleeping?” Hiromi asks, his tone softer now, almost teasing, as he catches the faint drowsiness lingering in Sukuna’s expression.
“Hmm…” Sukuna murmurs, lowering his head before wrapping Hiromi tightly in his arms. His face finds its place in the familiar crook of Hiromi’s neck, breathing him in like he’s been starved for that scent.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Hiromi asks softly, letting the plastic bag fall to the floor. His arms come up to hold Sukuna close, one hand sliding gently along the back of his head in slow, soothing motions.
“No, just got startled a bit,” Sukuna replies, his voice still rough from sleep. He doesn’t loosen his hold, if anything, his arms tighten, as though he needs to make sure Hiromi is really there.
“Let’s take a bath together, hm?” Hiromi whispers, drawing back just enough to cup Sukuna’s face between his hands.
Sukuna only nods before pulling him in again, unwilling to let go just yet. Hiromi melts against him, warm, his heartbeat steady against Sukuna’s chest.
In that quiet, it hits him how right it feels, how being with Hiromi always feels like coming home.
Minutes later, Sukuna lets out a low chuckle when Hiromi’s lips crash against his. His back thuds against the door, the sound echoing through the quiet room. The kiss is eager, messy, all heat and want. Sukuna manages to murmur, “Go slow on me,” even as his hands find Hiromi’s waist, lifting him easily off the ground so neither of them has to strain, the taller man’s neck spared, and the shorter one’s shoulders saved from aching.
Hiromi is especially needy tonight, and who is Sukuna to not indulge in it?
They pause to catch their breath, foreheads resting together for a quiet moment before leaning into each other again. Sukuna scoops Hiromi up easily, carrying him across the room until they tumble onto the bed with their lips connected with each other, the mattress dipping and bouncing slightly as Hiromi lands atop him.
Wet slurping sound of their shared kisses fills the room, both their breaths mingling and them panting and gasping against each other’s mouths. The headboard creaks against the wall as they continue moving against and groping, clawing at each other’s clothes.
Hiromi raises himself up on one arm, and speaks, breathless, with a hint of chuckle, “We were supposed to shower.”
Sukuna gives him a look, “I am hard, darling.”
“Well, you are not the only one,” Hiromi sits up, ignoring the pink-haired man’s whining. “We can continue in the bathroom, come on, get up, Suku. I am not falling asleep like this.”
He rises slowly from the bed, his limbs still a little heavy, and makes his way toward the door to retrieve the plastic bag lying beside it, the one holding their important items for the night. The faint rustle of the bag fills the quiet room for a moment, followed by the soft sound of footsteps.
Hiromi glances up just in time to see Sukuna heading toward the bathroom, lazily shedding his clothes one piece at a time. His gaze lingers without meaning to, drawn to every movement, the smooth shift of muscle beneath tanned skin, the dark lines of tattoos that seem almost alive under the dim yellow light. The ink on Sukuna’s back ripples with every motion, turning his body into a living canvas, every curve and mark a fine work of art.
Hiromi’s breath catches a little as his eyes trace the lines of Sukuna’s shoulders, tapering down to a perfectly proportioned waist and the clean, sculpted lines of his form. Sometimes, Sukuna looks less like a man and more like a statue carved from marble, something impossibly solid, impossibly beautiful, yet warm and breathing before his eyes.
“I shouldn’t have worked so hard to undress myself, you are already doing that with your eyes.” Sukuna laughs from the bathroom door.
“You taught me well,” faint blush creeps up on Hiromi’s cheeks and he makes his way to where Sukuna is standing, hands him the bottle of lube and condoms. Sukuna pulls him into a kiss and pulls Hiromi’s t-shirt over his head at one tug while Hiromi working on discarding his pants.
Soon, both of them are bare and ready, stepping together into the shower.
The water is warm, comforting on Sukuna’s limbs especially after such a long day. Hiromi sighs, his eyes closing at the shower water enveloping both of them. The glass chamber gets foggy as the water keep pouring down on both of them. The hotel bathroom is nice, way bigger than the one the one they have at their home. So showering together had never been a possible task for them.
Hiromi reaches for the shampoo bottle when Sukuna stops him.
“Later, himawari,” His hand tightens around Hiromi’s head as his red eyes lock in with Hiromi’s big black ones.
The nickname is enough to make Hiromi squirm, and he feels Sukuna’s cock growing heavy under his stomach. Hiromi responds with a kiss, his tongue moving down to Sukuna’s large pecs and licking the nipples. Sukuna lets out a shaky breath, and his grip tightens on both of Hiromi’s sides. He lowers himself on his knees, and looks up at Hiromi’s flushed face staring down at him with wide eyes.
“Let me make you feel good,” Sukuna speaks in lower tone, sending a spark flying all throughout Hiromi’s body. Sukuna kisses the tip of Hiromi’s hard cock and grips the base. His hand moves up and down over the length, precum is already falling from the tip, and Sukuna leans closer.
Hiromi can feel Sukuna’s hot breath down there. He grips the wall behind him as a futile attempt to keep his balance. Sukuna grasps the shaft with his right hand, angling the head towards his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets the full length inside, letting it rest on his tongue momentarily.
He sucks lightly on the tip, savoring the fluids. He momentarily meets Hiromi’s eyes and finds him groaning appreciatively and bites his lip in response, clearly enjoying it.
Hiromi feels his legs already losing strength, and warmth of Sukuna’s lips feel like enveloping him completely.
Hiromi feels his legs already losing strength, He struggles to keep standing, his hand moves down and keeps gripping Sukuna’s head so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Sukuna groans in pain, but increase his pace.
Sukuna bobs his head, gradually taking more of the shaft into his mouth, producing a copious amount of saliva and coating it. Fitting too much of it inside his mouth has proved to be challenging, specially under the downpour of warm water around them.
Sukuna pulls back a little and focuses on giving back-and-forth swipes with his tongue, his left hand remains hooked around the base and the other holding Hiromi by the waist so he does not fall. He keeps swallowing inches until Hiromi’s cock hits the back of his throat. He pulls out with a loud ‘pop’, and looks at the man above, Hiromi opens his eyes a bit to make a brief eye contact with him.
Sukuna takes him again in his mouth and closes his lips around the length. Hiromi makes a choked off sound and his hips jerk forward as his cock bumps against the back of Sukuna’s throat. He watches Sukuna with lazy eyes, his hand remains locked on the pink strands. He lets out a moan, and Sukuna can feel his lover’s cock twitch inside his mouth.
“S-so, so good,” Hiromi says in-between his breaths. The heat gathering in his abdomen and signaling he is getting close.
Sukuna’s tongue keeps moving, feeling tremor on Hiromi’s body. He knows his lover is about to come.
His tongue keeps swirling around, drool starts dripping down from his chin and he closes his eyes. Hiromi moans loudly as he feels the intense heat in his abdomen building slowly until it becomes unbearable, finally erupting as he releases inside Sukuna’s hot mouth.
He groans loudly as his cum keeps flowing down Sukuna’s throat. Sukuna feels the salty bitter taste hit his tongue and he keeps his lips around Hiromi’s cock for the duration of his orgasm, not letting a single drop go to waste.
He pulls out with a loud pop and Hiromi lets out a shaky breath. He stands to his feet once again, grabbing Hiromi by his chin and kissing him passionately. Hiromi clings to him like his life depends on it and moans, wave of pleasure washing over his body.
They pull away shortly after, and Sukuna does not waste time grabbing the bottle of lube.
“Want me to hold you against the wall?” Sukuna kisses the side of Hiromi’s jaw and he nods.
“Kukuku,” Sukuna chuckles, “Spoiled.”
“Don’t make me cum so hard and then expect me to take your huge cock by standing,” Hiromi frowns, making his lover’s grin even wider.
“Buckle up,” Sukuna says with a faint grin as he lifts Hiromi off the ground effortlessly, his strength making it look almost casual. Hiromi lets out a small breath of surprise, his hands instinctively finding support on Sukuna’s shoulders while the cool touch of the tiled wall meets his back. His legs wrap around Sukuna’s waist.
Sukuna pours more lube than necessary and slicks his cock, letting some drip into his hand as he strokes himself a few times to spread it evenly. He rubs the remaining gel over Hiromi’s hole, earning a gasp from him.
Sukuna slides a finger inside and Hiromi lets out a choked-out sob, his head falling on Sukuna’s shoulder and his grips tighten there. It burns and Sukuna adds another, earning similar groan from his lover. He thrusts his fingers deeper inside Hiromi’s hole, pulling them out and inserting another one.
“M-more…” he says against Sukuna’s shoulders and pushes his hips on Sukuna’s fingers. His legs tighten and Sukuna brings his fingers out before pushing them all over again inside. He keeps fucking Hiromi on his fingers in a steady rhythm, until he hits the spot he was looking for.
“Ah!” Hiromi raises his head towards the ceiling and screams, and Sukuna, satisfied with his handywork removes his fingers from his lover’s hole.
“Please……. Put it in….” Hiromi looks at Sukuna, and his hands grip on Sukuna’s shoulder tightly,
“Put it in!” Hiromi leans down and bites on Sukuna’s shoulder, making him groan in pain. Sukuna is too aroused to care for it now.
Sukuna uses his hands to spread Hiromi’s ass cheeks apart, and pushes his hips up to align his cock with Hiromi’s hole.
Without a word, he slips in easily, both of them moaning in unison. Sukuna buries his face in Hiromi’s neck while his hands grip Hiromi’s waist tightly. He keeps pulling his cock in and out, feeling himself losing his mind over how good Hiromi feels around him.
Hiromi arches his back, moaning Sukuna’s name like a prayer, like a shrine devotee chanting a God’s name with every breath.
Sukuna…Sukuna….Sukuna….Sukuna….Kuna…Ku…
Sukuna hears nothing else, the world fades into a blur around him. Every sense narrows to the rhythm of water cascading down the drain and the sound of Hiromi’s soft voice echoing like a melody meant only for him.
“…Romi,” Sukuna manages to speak, breathless, “My Romi…” Hiromi mutters something back but Sukuna can not hear anything. He increases his pace of thrusting, feeling the heat slowly building in the pit of his stomach.
“S-soo… good…” Hiromi mutters, his head rolling like a person on the verge of losing consciousness and chasing Sukuna’s mouth. His hands cup the sides of Sukuna’s face, both of their tongues mingle together, Sukuna keeps sucking on Hiromi’s tongue. His pace turns brutal, sounds of skin slapping skin now echoing through the empty space of the bathroom.
Sukuna breaks his kiss, his mouth starts travelling down Hiromi’s cheek, collarbones, leaving bites and marks everywhere.
His words falter, as he leans to whisper in Hiromi's ear, "Look at you, so beautiful around me. I want us to remain connected like this forever. I feel like…" his hand, palm spread wide, cups Hiromi’s face, savoring every shudder and clench around him as he showers Hiromi with heartfelt praise.
“I feel like devouring you Hiromi,” Sukuna thrusts again. Hiromi squirms and whimpers, his untouched cock starts dripping with precum down his shaft, leaving smears across his stomach. Each thrust makes his dick bounce, and the softly spoken words cause him to tighten and twitch around Sukuna’s cock. Tears gather around his dark eyelashes and he tries to respond but can only focus on the pleasure inside, his face completely lost in the euphoric state.
Sukuna keeps slamming into him erratically as he pants, Hiromi’s mouth remains open, drool pulling from the sides of his head as Sukuna’s cock destroys his insides. He is unable to contain himself anymore and he cums finally, smears of white painting both of their stomach.
Sukuna grits his teeth tightly and soon follows his lover after, feeling Hiromi’s walls clench and sucking him in. Sukuna groans and his hips shake against Hiromi’s as he keeps thrusting shallowly, working through his own climax that drains every ounce of his energy.
He lowers Hiromi down on the ground and almost collapses on him, both of them falling on the tiled floor.
Breathless, Hiromi pulls Sukuna for another kiss.
Sukuna turns to the side, and finds Hiromi entangled in his arms tightly. After their activities in shower, they bathed and dried off, then came to bed. Hiromi fell asleep soon after, Sukuna too, but now he is wide awake. He takes a look at the bedside watch and he sighs.
It’s 11 PM. His stomach makes loud growl and he no longer can contain it.
He should have eaten something before, and now he is regretting it.
He untangles himself from Hiromi’s grip and sits up slowly, trying his best not to disturb his lover. The hotel restaurant has already closed, but there must be some places around still open. He gets up from the bed, stretches himself and grabs his clothes. Both of them fell asleep naked only hidden under the covers. He wears his hello kitty sweatshirt and sweatpants combo and grabs his key card, wallet from night stand.
He takes a look at Hiromi’s sleeping face and his insides drop.
Sighing, he wakes Hiromi up.
“Where will we go?” Hiromi sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“Get up, we are going out to eat.” Sukuna pulls out his phone and keeps checking for restaurants nearby.
“Can’t we skip?” Hiromi searches through Sukuna’s bag and finds a white shirt and a pair of half-pants. They will be way bigger on him anyway.
“No. You haven’t eaten all day plus I don’t want to leave you here alone.”
After ten minutes, both men are walking out of the hotel towards the ramen place Sukuna found in the maps.
“This is stupid, I am not even hungry,” Hiromi says as his stomach growls as if to humiliate him even more.
Sukuna laughs, as both of them cross the empty street, only a few cars passing by them. The shop is a bit far, but the rating is good. Sukuna basically did a whole research on about the place within ten minutes with Youtube reviews and Instagram, twitter posts.
“We are celebrities by the way. I got new two thousand followers on my Instagram tonight.” Sukuna slows down his pace to match Hiromi’s.
“Will you get modeling offers?” Hiromi asks, reaching out and grabs Sukuna’s hand.
“The national team contacted me today.” He looks at Hiromi’s face lighting up, his chest swells with pride.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Hiromi almost yells.
Sukuna’s fingers tighten around Hiromi’s and his eyes remain on the road ahead. “ We will move into a bigger house if I get club recruitment. We won’t have to worry about water running out at 7 in the evening or our neighbors fighting the night before your exams.”
Hiromi scoots closer to the taller man and tangles his arm around him, resting his head on his arm. “I am happy with how it is,” he smiles and looks up to Sukuna. “I am happy with you. Whatever happens, we will be happy together.”
Sukuna smiles and leans down to kiss on his forehead.
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