⋆˚꩜｡sukuna can never be harsh around you
^^fluff , might be ooc idk what some people consider 💌
sukuna never understands why he ever agrees to you coming over to study with him. it always ends with your shoes thrown across his dorm room, your head snug into his couch.
it’s simple, however: he just can never say no.
even when the outcome is the same, he lets you in every time. maybe you wanting to study made him have to as well. maybe he just wants you around.
and this time around, is was the usual. you barged into his dorm room with the same growing smile across your face, face scrunched as you held your school bag.
“hey, ryo,” you sang, pushing the door shut with your foot.
you heard his loud groan from his bedroom. then came his footsteps, a heavy shuffling as he shut his bedroom door with a click.
you had already made yourself comfortable. your favorite blanket of his draped over you, spotify opened on his tv, and your computer resting on the arm chair.
sukuna’s brows furrowed as he sat beside her, her legs stretching out enough for distance between them.
“so, what’s today’s agenda?” he sighed, his voice being soft despite the fact you had interrupted his peace.
“hmm,” you thought, acting as if you were actually interested in studying at all.
“nothin’. i’ve officially ran out of things to study.”
the typing on his computer stopped. “huh? how does that even work?” he grumbled, his eyes noticeably glaring at you.
you looked back at him, smiling as you shrugged, “i dunno.”
he was irritated. he had been this entire day because of you. but when you gave him that stupid cheeky smile of yours, he forgets who he’s exactly talking to.
after a moment of his glare, he turned back toward his computer, breathing out, “guess we could work on things we struggle in.”
“perfect!” you shout enthusiastically, your fingers suddenly rapidly typing across your keyboard.
just short of an hour after sunset, sukuna takes notice of the noticeably the slower breathing coming from the opposite side of the couch.
he didn’t even have to look over to know that you were sleeping.
he then got up to turn off the tv and lights, while making sure you wouldn’t make your neck sore.
“i’m goin’ to bed,” he mumbled, dragging his feet to his bedroom.
later on in the night, you woke up to the pitch black room of sukuna’s dorm, staring aimlessly at the dark. suddenly being half asleep and cranky, you felt no presence to be suffocating.
so, you padded your feet across his hardwood floors and creaked his door open. your hands grasped for walls until you finally made it to his bed, where the moonlight had been resting on through his windows.
you took one last rub to your eye before sleepily plopping yourself onto him, which startled him awake.
“the hell,” he croaked, his heavy eyes looking down to you.
he almost pushed you off. almost. but the moment he even put his hands flat on your shoulder blades, you whined, and he immediately pulled your limp body back up.
you finally rested your cheek, squished against his collar bone, as your slowing breaths trickled on his neck.
sukuna almost didn’t sleep.
you had never done this before. usually, you’d end up on opposite sides of the bed, or you nearly fall off of it. never sleeping atop him, let alone near him.
now, you were. and he probably would’ve been mad that you woke him from his slumber to be used as a pillow. yet just feeling the gentle touch of your finger tips along his side made his annoyance melt, his eyes slowly shutting again.
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