You get pushed into the throne room, your bare feet skidding across the floor as you stumble.
"Unbind me, dammit! I can walk on my own!" The guards shush you, and you can see the solemn look on their faces. They know that you're going to die. "I'm not going to shush, I'll talk when I want!" You bark back at them, before turning your attention to the ropes on your wrists and bringing them to your mouth to gnaw on.
Why are these fools treating you like you're some common criminal? Disgusting, really. It would be nice to be treated with at least some decency on your march to your death. You were wandering in the woods, peacefully, when suddenly a group ambushed you, claiming that you were on some lord's property and now you're in this empty, stuffy ass throne room. They kept muttering his name on the way here, so now you know for a fact about your fate.
Sukuna Ryomen, the so called "King of curses". Although, the only thing you really knew about him is the fact he eats people. Supposedly. That's what the rumors that float around the towns you visit say.
Does he eat people alive or are they killed first? What seasonings will you be paired with? The guards refused to answer your many questions on the way to the main estate. They just kept telling you to shut up and keep walking.
Whatever.
You huff as you chew on the ropes, brows furrowed, and you don't notice the loud muttering signaling his royal highness's royal arrival. Is he formally a king? How does that work? Why do they keep calling him a lord if he's the king, isn't that rude? Your wrists are soaked with your own drool that had seeped through the thick ropes. You've been chewing for a while and now your jaw hurts.
"What is this?" A deep, booming voice distracts you from your goal of freeing yourself. You lift your head and mouth. There's some brute glaring at you, and a bitch with a bob standing a little behind him. The king? He's definitely a curse, he's got too many appendages to be a normal human. He's got a bunch of eyes, too. They're a kind of scarlet color. They're pretty, to be honest. The king isn't really your type, but he isn't hard to look at, either.
You pull the ropes out of your mouth, having made zero escape progress, as you straighten up your back. You wipe your spit off your mouth with your bound together hands, listening to the way one of the idiots who brought you here clears his throat. You beat him to it.
"Excuse me, sir," You start, ignoring the funny way all of his one billion employees scurrying around look at you. "May I please go? I was brought here for being in your territory, but I truly didn't know."
Sukuna's face scrunches up, his thick brows furrowing as he takes a seat at his throne, spreading his legs wide. Gross. "You dare speak to me?"
"I don't see why I shouldn't." You continue, "And if I'm quite honest, the people you employ are a bunch of bafoons."
"Oh? And how did you come to that conclusion?" he rests his arm on the rests, putting his chin in his hand.
"I could've escaped at any point during the trek over here," You keep your head high, glancing at the guards surrounding you. "They're all wildly out of shape, and complained about the walk and the hills on your property the entire time." Not a total lie, they did do that. Your hypothetical escape is a different story, for you aren't in the best shape either. You should do more cardio, like the old woman at the inn said last week. "They also didn't even have a hold on me. I could've left at any moment."
"Why didn't you?" Ah, fuck, he's seeing right through you. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. He's gonna eat you with soy sauce.
"I thought you should know about the nature of those you employ. I don't think you should be wasting your resources on them, my lord." You need to stop talking out of your ass.
"Really? Is that so?"
You nod, before mustering up your best-est, most polite smile and bow. A winning combo that always works, right? Before you finish raising your head from your bow, a drop of red lands on the tatami in front of you. Followed by another.
You turn your head to the side just in time to see the guards bursting into an explosion of gore, the blood splattering across your clothes and face.
"Is that sufficient enough punishment for the hassle, woman?" Sukuna is grinning. You can't see it, but you can hear it in his stupid voice. Gross. Oh my god, it's so gross. There's blood in your mouth that isn't yours. He's grinning at the dumbfounded look on your face, staring at the pool of blood where the guards stood.
You don't know what to do.
You have to commit to the bit. You did this to yourself. You swallow the blood in your mouth, trying not to gag it back up. You'll throw it up on the way home, you promise yourself, you just have to get out first. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
You turn your head to smile at him, trying to ignore the way that the blood is sticking to your teeth and lips. Gross. "May I go, now?" You hold your hands up in front of you, keeping your prettiest smile on your face as you gesture to the spit and blood soaked ropes binding your wrists.
Sukuna's evil grin falls, and he raises an eyebrow before looking at the person standing next to him. He gestures, and the person starts approaching you to remove your binds. Holy shit, that actually worked. You puff out your chest in silent satisfaction, watching as they untie your hands. They don't even cringe at how gross and covered in spit and blood the ropes are, how professional!
"Thank you, sir." You rub your sore wrists, before performing another polite bow. Deeper this time, to really show your gratitude. "I'll be on my way, now."
"I didn't say you could leave, woman." Ah, fuck, he is going to eat you. "I just undid your ropes. That is not permission to leave." He grins, and his hard stomach grins with him. Now when the hell did that get there? Two mouths? Seriously? "You are to stay here. Unless, you would like to run from me?" Is one not enough?
You cannot outrun this man. "Sir, I got beat up by a squirrel yesterday. I cannot and would not run." You deadpan, forcing your eyes to stare straight ahead and not roll all the way back into your skull.
The silence in the room is suffocating, and it's the only thing that makes you realize that you definitely should not have said that. You have royally fucked up. Your own stupidity amazes you.
You have to commit to the bit. Again. It is so pathetic to suddenly take back your attitude filled comment. You've already said it. You have to go through with it. You just stare ahead at him, the same mildly bored expression on your face.
"You have quite a mouth on you." He raises an eyebrow, crossing one set of his arms over his large chest. He's huge. He's going to eat you alive. Oh god. "Tell me, do you not value your life? Why do you speak to me this way?"
"I speak to you the way I would anyone else, sir." You hum, folding your blood covered hands in front of yourself.
"With no respect?" He smirks, and you can feel his eyes scanning over your form. You quickly fix your posture so that you seem taller and a lot less meek.
"I wouldn't say that." You blink slowly, looking around the room. Not for an escape, necessarily, you know that you can't, but just to appreciate the architecture for one last moment before your rapidly approaching death. You need to keep talking. "I have plenty of respect for people. But respect is earned, no?" You're talking yourself into an early grave, You think, but then again, you were dead the moment you walked onto his territory. "You have respect from the nearby townspeople. What's the harm in earning mine, too?"
Sukuna blinks at you slowly, his smirk slowly falling from his face. It's silent for a moment, before he stands abruptly. "Uraume!" The person who had been floating around the throne room after untying you quickly perks up. Uraume is a pretty name. "Take her to my quarters."
Huh.
"I will wed her tomorrow night." He grunts, and Uraume nods quickly and begins walking towards you. You're too stunned to argue, allowing yourself to be pushed towards a hallway.
What the hell? At least you're not being eaten? Or is it just being prolonged? The thought scares you into finally fighting against Uraume, and you quickly duck under their arm and march back into the throne room. Sukuna was leaving in the opposite direction, his hands folded across his chest.
"Excuse me!" You call after him, fisting the fabric of your blood stained kimono, "I would like an explanation, please!"
He turns his head slowly, looking at you over his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow, and his lips have the barest hint of a smile. "What is it, woman?"
"If you're going to eat me, I'd rather you do it now, and not play with your food beforehand. It's rude." You march towards him, ignoring the way your blood soaked feet are leaving prints behind in the tatami. He turns fully to look at you right when you arrive.
"I am not going to eat you." He huffs in amusement, looking down at you with an awfully smug look. "You entertain me. I would never think to eat something as pretty as you."
You pout, not fully believing him. "Why do you want to marry me? Is it not just a way for you to play with my feelings?" You cross your arms over your own chest, mimicking his position in front of you. You even furrow your brows to further mock him. He snorts.
"No." And that's all he says on the topic. Wow, what a conversationalist.
"Is that it?" You huff, before wiping one of your on your kimono. You jab your pinky towards him, watching the way his eyebrows fly up. "Promise me you won't eat me."
He laughs loudly at that, before holding out his own hand and looping his pinky with yours, "You have quite the personality."
"If you break this promise, I will haunt you for the rest of your life, Sukuna." You grumble, freeing your hand from your pact. "I mean it."
You don't argue with the whole wedding thing. You know that you can't say no, you don't have a choice in the matter. If you did say no, he'd probably obliterate you like he did the guards. It's not like you have anything against living in a beautiful mansion either. You were technically homeless at the moment. You give him a polite smile and bow, before following your bloody footprints back to where Uraume was standing at the mouth of the hallway.
"Do you think I could take a bath?" You ask as they lead you through the hall, "And some new clothes, too?"
"Of course, my lady. Anything you wish."
You could certainly get used to this.
After your bath and thorough rinsing of your mouth, you're sighing happily as you pat your hair dry with a far too expensive cloth that Uraume had insisted on giving to you. They did also stand and watch you the whole time, which was a little off-putting at first, but you did eventually get used to it. Being doted on was quite nice, you have to admit. Much better than the nomadic lifestyle that you had been living when you first arrived. "Say, Uraume," You hum once you're fully dry, allowing them to bring you a very pink and very pretty robe. You held your arms up to assist them as they dressed you, trying to sneakily inspect their too calm face. "Does he always marry random women?"
They shake their head, smoothing out the sleeves of your robe as it settled onto your body, "No, my lady, he doesn't."
"No concubines, then?" You pull away when they finish, fixing your hair to sit the way you like.
"He's had a few, but they don't last very long. He gets bored easily." Uraume folded their hands in front of themselves, before gesturing to the entrance, "He requested you in his quarters."
Oh, yeah. He did, huh? You grimace at what that could imply, but nod your head anyway.
Uraume starts guiding you to the room, and during the leisurely walk you take your time looking around the winding hallways of the estate. Not a lot of art on the walls. Or anything, really. It's kind of empty in here. Maybe you could request some more decorations? Wife privileges, and all.
You follow them as they push open the door, not bothering to hide your sounds of awe. "Wow, it's so pretty!" You walk around them to look around the room, giggling. "So much fancy art."
"Master Sukuna doesn't use the term pretty," Uraume stood by the doors, watching as you flopped backwards into the ridiculously massive bed. "I don't think he would like you using it, either."
"He can deal with it." You hum, sitting up and crossing your legs over each other. "How come he doesn't have any art in the halls? Is he hoarding it for himself, maybe?"
Uraume shook their head, "I'm not sure, my lady."
"You should go ask him." You scoot to the edge of the bed, tossing your legs over the side. "Better yet, I'll ask him! Go get him!"
"He's in a meeting, my lady."
"Okay, so?" You tilt your head, watching the tiniest hint of an uncomfortable expression forming on Uraume's face. Are they not used to women being so bold? "I'm going to be his wife. Aren't I the most important to him, then?"
Uraume nodded slowly, before turning on their heels, "Yes, my lady."
You wave at their back disappearing down the hallway. You sit there for a few seconds, before deciding that you were bored. You stand up, making your way to one of the doors in the bedroom, sliding it open to reveal what appears to be a closet. You peek your head into it, inspecting the clothing neatly folded on shelves. In the corner, there's a small, ornately decorated jewelry box.
You pick up the box, gently turning it around in your hands to inspect the beautiful swans embroidered onto the lid. You let your thumb find the clasp, flicking it open just as you hear the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room.
"So now you're fiddling with my belongings?" Sukuna hums, stepping to stand behind you. You're a little startled, but you steel yourself.
"I was bored." You turn the box to look at the gems inside, oohing and aw-wing. "You have such nice jewelry! How come you aren't wearing any?" He watches you with a raised eyebrow as you poke around some of the rings. Being an asshole has done you good so far, so you might as well keep it up. You push the box towards him, scooping up one of the rings.
You inspect the ring before putting it on and turning to hold you hand to the light, admiring the gemstone.
"They're not the right size." Sukuna stood there holding the box in one of his four hands, his too many eyes scanning your face. You ignore the stares the best you can, before a realization dawns on you.
"Well, how are we going to go about our wedding rings?" You turn your head to glare at him, before quickly fixing your face into a pout.
"We won't, that's how." He snorts, rolling his eyes and placing the jewelry box back on the shelf where you found it, before crossing all of his arms. "Why would we do some silly western thing? We will have a traditional Japanese wedding."
Oh, that makes sense. You think about it for a moment, weighing out the pros and cons in your head.
Cons: None
Pros: pretty piece of jewelry…
An easy decision to make.
"I want rings." You blurt, taking the ring you had been fooling with off and placing it on top of the jewelry box. "Matching ones."
Sukuna's expression slowly morphs from one of mild amusement to a disturbed grimace. He sucks his teeth, "You can have however many rings you want, woman. Why are these ones special?"
"They're symbols of our marriage!" You pout, crossing your arms, "You can't grant your bride this one wish?"
"It's not a matter of granting you anything." He argues back, "My fingers are far too large for rings. I will not force one onto myself and amputate my own fingers for you!"
"What, you can't afford to have a custom one made?" You scoff, rolling your eyes and picking up the jewelry box from the closet shelf, pushing it towards his chest. "Sell the rings in here, then! They sit around collecting dust, anyway! Sell them all so we can have our rings!"
"These rings are not 'ours', only you desire something as frivolous as matching rings." He pushes the box back towards you. "Put it back. I have the funds to have a ring made. I have enough to have a thousand made."
"Thank you," You huff with satisfaction, putting the box back onto the shelf before sliding the closet door shut. "Have two made. For each left hand."
You turn your head to look at him, mildly uncomfortable at his steely gaze on your face.
"What?" You pout, stepping closer to him.
"You amuse me." He laughs, settling his hands by his hips and walking to the edge of the large bed in the room. "No other woman would dare to have such an egregious attitude with me."
"Well," You pause for a moment, thinking it over in your head and moving to sit next to him. "I've never met a man like you, either."
"I wouldn't call myself something comparable to those measly human men you have played with. "
"Fine," You cautiously scoot closer, before leaning your head on his solid shoulder, "I've never met a curse quite like yourself."
You know all the rumors are true. Fake rumors don't leave a horde of pretty girls crying in various spots on campus about how evil a man is for playing them. Maybe you were going to be joining that club soon, since you had, for some reason, let him talk you into some date.
You stared at your own reflection in the mirror, debating on whether or not to bother dolling yourself up any further for him. He said you had looked nice earlier when he followed you to class, so it's probably fine. You hung your bag up in your closet, tossing a portable charger into your jacket pocket and searching for your keys.
Sukuna had texted you during your daring escape through the back of the building (specifically to avoid him), once again asking (pleading) for you to go on a date. You answered on your way to your dorm, and he mentioned something about going to the park. You agreed to it because if he was going to stand you up, there was that really good taco truck by the entrance. Win-win, no? Either you go on a fun date to the park or you get cheap tacos.
You kept up your pondering while walking to the park, texting Shoko about your wearabouts and plans for the evening.
Seriously though, what does Sukuna even gain from standing you up? Surely, if Shoko or her friends knew about it, she wouldn't allow it to happen. Hopefully. You don't have any time to start questioning your friendships because you hear a familiar voice bellow your name as you approach the park.
Sukuna is standing at the mouth of the park, wearing a light hoodie and some ugly cargo pants. His hands are in his pockets and he gives you what you think is supposed to be a friendly smile, but he ends up just looking like he has to shit. Ew.
"Hey." You put your own hands in your pockets, mimicking his posture. "You finally got me to come out here. What now?"
He lets his stupid grimace drop and he frowns at you. "Fuck do you mean by that?"
"Like, what do you want. From me." You roll your eyes, "I know you're not like, serious about this. So just be up front and tell me what exacty you want from this."
His face scrunched up as he watched you talk, before he let out an angry little huff and turned his head away, staring at one of the willow trees. "You."
"What does that mean?" You raised an eyebrow at him, staring at the way the tips of his tanned ears slightly flushed. You feel like you have had this conversation already.
"What do you want it to mean?"
"Stop that." You groaned, pushing past him and into the park. "Just be straight up with me. It's not that hard, is it?"
"I am being straight up with you, woman! You're the one who isn't listening to me." He caught up to you in a few wide steps, before slowing down to match your pace as you strolled through the park.
It really was pretty out. And it was golden hour. Think Sukuna would be willing to take some pictures of you to post on instagram? Probably. He seems whipped.
"I am listening! I'm a great listener!" You argued back, sucking your teeth. "I want to know exactly what you aim to get from begging me to go on dates with you."
"I am not begging." He barks, his brows furrowed, "I am pleading."
"That's not any manlier, 'kuna." You threw him a smile over your shoulder, watching the way his back straightened.
"Shut up."
"Fine, I'll believe you." You sighed after a moment, "I'll believe that you truly want me. But you're on thin ice, Ryomen."
"Ryomen?" He frowned, staring straight ahead at the collection of willow trees in the back of the park. "What happened to 'kuna?"
"Hm?" You stop in your tracks, hands still tucked into your pockets, but you take one out for a minute to fix your hair. "You like it when I call you that?"
He stops in time with you, turning to look down at you, but he doesn't answer your question. Just glares at you. "I want something to eat."
You take his change of the subject as his yes, lightly nudging your shoulder against his. "Me too. There's a taco truck somewhere around here. It's really good. You want some?"
He nods, and you take your free hand and loop it around his arm, pulling yourself closer to him, using his arm as leverage to start dragging him elsewhere.
"You're warm." He mutters after a moment of your incessant tugging.
"So are you." You keep walking together in silence, until the taco truck is in view. "You're paying, by the way."
"I wasn't going to make you pay." He barks back, squinting at the taco truck. "You've been here before?"
You're pretty sure the taco guy has seen you more than your own parents at this point. "A few times. The carne asada ones are really good."
He nods quietly, before looking down at you with an unamused expression. This guy is really not that expressive. "I'll get those, then."
You smile up at him, mostly just to see the way his cheeks and ears flush a cherry red. Cute.
a/n: Sukuna drabble :) honestly he’s really ooc but idrc this was just for me
wc: 590
Tags: Sukuna x fem!reader, ooc Sukuna, ooc Gojo, ooc Choso, literally no one makes sense, idek, highschool sweetheart reader, college au, frat Sukuna/gojo/choso
"Man, don't even worry about it!" Gojo slapped a hand on Choso's hunched over back, before patting him in an attempt to offer him some comfort in being rejected by yet another pretty girl. "You don't need girls to be cool," He pointed a thumb at Sukuna, who was currently pouring himself his eighth shot. "Sukuna here hasn't been seen with a girl once, and he's sick!"
"Huh?" Sukuna scrunched his nose, quickly tossing back his shot before shaking his head. "The hell are you talking about now, Gojo?" He put the shot glass on the counter, before stepping over a beer can to approach the two. Wasn't Gojo supposed to clean up after the party last night? He did a shitty job.
"Cheerin' our pal Choso up, duh." Gojo shrugged, patting Choso's back. Choso's frown only deepened. "Tell him that you don't need a girl to be cool."
"I have a girl." He raised a bushy brow at Gojo, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweats. "So I can't lie to him."
Gojo gasped in shock, standing up so quickly that he almost knocked Choso off the (piss-stained) couch. "What? You never told us this! Since when? You've been keeping secrets from your frat bros? Really?"
Choso, while teary-eyed, nodded his head, "That's a new low for you, Sukuna."
"Since high school?" Sukuna sucked his teeth, "I thought you guys knew."
"No, we did not know, are you kidding?" Gojo wailed, practically throwing himself onto Sukuna. He didn't bother trying to shrug him off. "You have a high school sweetheart man, what the hell?"
"Where did you think I was going every weekend?"
Gojo sniffled away his fake tears. "I dunno. I thought you were one of those people that went home to do their laundry."
"You're stupid as fuck." Sukuna shrugged him off of his arm finally. "I've been with my girl longer than I've known you."
"How come she never came up in conversation?" Choso folded his hands in his lap, fidgeting with his rings. "You never talk about her."
"No one asked," Sukuna huffed, "Besides, I keep my shit private. I don't need you all in my business."
"This is so unfair." Gojo fake cried, "Poor Choso's only role-model is betrothed."
Sukuna rolled his eyes, turning on his heel to head upstairs. "You people are ridiculous."
"Really? They didn't know?" Sukuna watched you from his spot on your couch, his legs tossed over the armrests. "That's odd." You laughed, drying off the last plate in the sink.
You finally placed the plate on the drying rack before sauntering over to where Sukuna was lounged. He opened his arms expectantly and you plopped down on top of him with a soft oof. He wrapped his arms around you, turning his head to watch the shitty reality show you had put on earlier. "They're stupid, baby, I keep tellin' you that."
"They're your friends," You laughed, tapping the tip of his nose and ignoring the following glare, "Don't call them stupid."
"You haven't met 'em."
"I don't need to. They stress out just hearing about them." You nuzzled your face into his neck.
He hummed in response, before pressing a kiss to your temple. He placed his chin on the crown of your head. "You tired?" He asked after a moment of silence. He took your soft breathing as a yes, taking his fingers on your back to trace little shapes.
"G'night, angel." He grumbled, before quickly turning his attention back to Dance Moms.
A/N: no title rn lol, but im uploading this in multiple parts because it makes more sense imo? Also so sorry if the formatting is weird!!! Did this on my iPad lol
wc: 1.2k
Tags: bakugo x fem!reader, college au, quirkless au, brief mentions of alcohol/partying, this is a pt one so there isn’t much going on aside from a first meeting, criminal justice bkg, art major reader
Katsuki opened his laptop, using one hand to type in his password while the other lifted his coffee cup to his mouth. He quickly opened his Word document before setting his coffee down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He huffed to himself, leaning back against the bookshelf before cracking his fingers and beginning to type.
"Katsuki!" He groaned, rolling his eyes. Mina peeked her head around the corner of the shelf, holding one of her sugary frappes. "I knew that you would be hiding here."
"Don't call me that." He huffed, putting his laptop on the carpeted floor next to his legs. He picked up his coffee again. "What do you want?"
She strutted over, her curls bouncing as she plopped her ass down across the aisle from him.
"Okay, so like, you know how you're like, a miserable virgin?"
"I'm not miserable."
"Okay, but you are a virgin." She hummed, snatching his coffee from him and taking a sip. He glared at the amount of lip gloss she was getting on the rim of his lid, "I met this girl in my English class, right? And she is literally like, your perfect woman."
She handed his cup back, and he used his green UA sweater sleeve to wipe the lip gloss off. "How do you know what my perfect woman is?" He sucked his teeth, taking a sip of his coffee again.
"I don't, but like, she's hot," She started counting on her fingers, "And she's like, crazy smart. And she has this horrible attitude and a stank face all the time. Y'all are meant for each other. No one else would be able to handle your mean ass."
"I'm not mean."
"You're going to be a lawyer, Katsuki. You're an asshole." Mina tilted her head back against the bookshelf she was leaning against. "But, it's okay! She can handle it!"
"You sure I haven't met her already?"
"Nah, I don't think so. She's like, an art major." She hummed, tapping her acrylics against her chin. "But, she's totally hot. Trust me." She stood up and brushed off her ass, smiling down at him. "I'll totally introduce you two later!"
"Don't." He grunted, knowing that she would ignore him anyway and chase him down again later.
She didn't, though, at least not for two days. He ended up at some frat party with Eijirou before he saw Mina again.
Katsuki leaned against the wall, squinting at the strobe lights and wrinkling his nose. Eijirou's arm was thrown over his shoulders. "Bro, I really need to stop pregaming my own parties. I can't see."
"You can see." Katsuki rolled his eyes, "You did not drink yourself blind, dumbass."
"No, I totally did. I'm high."
"You don't even smoke, what the hell are you talking about?" Katsuki took a sip of his water, sucking his teeth.
"Katsuki!" Mina appeared through the crowd, a clearly less-than-sober Jirou following behind her. "Oh my god, I'm so thankful to see you. Ugh, she's about to leave, c'mon!"
Katsuki glared at her, "Who?" He let Mina grab his free hand and start tugging him along, "Where are you taking me?"
"To meet that girl I was telling you about, in the library," He scoffed, "Remember?" Mina was practically skipping, dragging him off to the corner of the living room where the stairs were.
"I'm not fuckin' interested in your artsy friend," He started, rolling his eyes again and turning his head over to look for Eijirou. Where did he go? He caught sight of Eijirou with Hanta and Denki, the three of them playing beer pong. He was about to argue more, watching Jirou sit down on the steps.
He was going to have a heart attack. If he had gone into med school instead of law, he could've been able to diagnose what the hell was wrong with him. He snatched his hand out of Mina's, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweats. He ignored Mina's knowing eyebrow raise.
He nearly threw up, watching as you turned to look up at him. "Is this the guy you were telling me about, Mina?"
"Yeah! He's kind of a hard ass, like you!" Mina hummed, crossing her arms. "But I think you guys would get along. At least talk for a little bit. If you guys deal with each other, that means that I won't have to deal with you both as much."
Katsuki wanted her to keep talking so that he didn't have to. He got to stare at your pretty face and your long ass lashes brushing against your powdered cheeks while you listened to her.
"You're a criminal justice major, right?" You spoke up again, tucking your bedazzled phone into your clutch, before folding your hands on your pressed-together knees.
He nodded dumbly, and you raised an eyebrow. "What? Too good to talk to me?"
He shook his head frantically before realizing that he looked like an idiot. "Nah. My mouth was dry." It wasn't a total lie. Seeing you had completely flipped his head around and his heart had hopped up into his mouth and taken all his spit back down with it.
"You're an art major." He questioned, gesturing for Jirou to scoot over on the stairs next to you, which she did. "What kind of art do you do?" Jirou stared at the two of you before slowly standing up and sneaking away with Mina.
He sat down on the steps next to you, spreading his legs apart and resting his forearms on his thighs after setting his water down next to his feet.
"Oh, I do a lot of painting, I guess." You hummed, "I dabble in everything, though." You looked unamused at his presence, crossing your ankles and putting your clutch in your lap.
"Really? That's cool." He swallowed. He had no fucking game. He was realizing this in real time, and it was mortifying. Hanta never had issues with girls. He should totally ask for advice. He needed a shot. He didn't drink, but after tonight, he would. He'd drink for the rest of his life after fumbling a girl so beautiful this bad.
"I like your pants." You murmured after a moment of awkward silence, pointing at the flame embroidery on the hem of his sweats. "Most of the men here can't dress for shit. God, especially in the frat, they all dress like fucking golfers!"
He snorted at your words, thinking about Eijirou's normal everyday attire. "Tell me about it."
"You in the frat?"
"Nah, my best friend is."
"Tell him that they host really boring parties. The music fucking sucks."
"Really?"
You huffed, crossing your arms. "The music is fine on its own, but who the hell plays Laufey at a rager? They need to kill whoever is in charge of playlists."
"Bad party playlists are punishable by death?"
The two of you talked for a while. Although you mostly just took turns bitching and complaining about your mortal enemies and pet peeves. Apparently, you had also met Midoriya and hated him because he's currently dating your roommate and "won't get the hell out of my living room!"
Your ride had gotten there around twenty minutes into your conversation, and he had somehow talked his way into getting your number. He didn't remember how. It was the first time he'd ever felt like he blacked out, but he was completely sober.
comic that appeared to me as I was waking up from a dream
Edit: this got more attention then I thought lol if you wanna redraw this just reblog this with your redraw to credit me or put my @ (idk how tumblr works ngl)
A/N: oh em gee im finally back and writing stupid shit again
wc: 1.3k
Tags: Idia x reader, gender neutral reader, yuu reader, Idia is kinda ooc until the end, reader is DESPERATE, too many beds trope?
You need to find Eliza and make her extra dead. As a result of her tomfoolery, Idia is even dumber. You've been trying to drop hints, to court him, woo him, "rizz him up" (as he would say). He's so dumb. He doesn't realize that you're hitting on him like, ever, even though you're making it so obvious. Even Ortho has been trying to help. He got the two of you "bonding" over an anime that you didn't even know existed until Ortho made you watch it.
"It's storming pretty bad, huh?" He glanced over his shoulder at his bedroom window. You knew. You specifically planned to come over today because it was going to rain so badly, and he doesn't check the weather because he doesn't go outside. "You're walking home in that?" He looked back at the screen of his PC, his controller vibrating at an attack he did in-game.
"Ugh, I don't want to." You fake groan, and Ortho hides a snicker behind his mask. Idia doesn't notice. He never does. You scoot a little closer and hug a blanket closer. Another loss. You complained about being cold and snuggled closer to him, trying to cuddle and maybe get something through his thick skull, but he only paused his game, stood up, and got you a blanket. He was so dense.
"Is Grim alright? Should we go to Ramschackle?" He hits the center button on his controller and pauses the game, finally turning to look at you.
Eliza was right. He is beautiful. He is so beautiful, and only you and Eliza saw it. Even Ortho made faces at you when you gushed about his arched nose, his blue lips, and those damn ochre yellow eyes. No one understood you but her. Hopefully, no one ever will, so that you don't have to fight over him. But also, you wouldn't have to keep defending your crush to Ace and Deuce. Shit, speaking of which.
"He's not at Ramshackle. He's with Heartslabyul. Trey was baking, and he wanted to go." Not a lie, but also not the truth. He was forced to go after you bribed Ace and Deuce to make sure he doesn't cause too much damage. You have no idea if Trey is baking or not. Probably, though. There is an unbirthday party coming up.
"They probably shouldn't go out tonight," Thank you, Ortho. "It's too cold and rainy. They're gonna get sick." Idia furrowed his thin, beautifully straight brows. Does he do them himself?
"You should like, stay over, then. We could binge another anime." He hummed, unpausing his game and getting back to playing.
"Really?" You try not to sound too excited, before solemnly nodding your head. "Thanks!"
You spend the rest of the evening inching closer to him, trying to let your pinkies touch and failing. Why is he so damn fidgety? He won't sit still! While you're moping, Ortho quietly plugs himself in, and the sound alerts Idia to the time. "Oh, crap," You straighten up like you weren't trying to lean on his shoulder. "It's so late, you don't normally pull all nighters, right?"
Gosh, he's so thoughtful. Hot. Hotful? "Yeah." You swallow, "Bedtime?" He nods.
"I have a live stream to watch tomorrow morning, so…" he trails off, and you nod back.
He stands up, and you follow, awkwardly stumbling after him as he reaches his closet, messily filled with anime hoodies and graphic tees. You sigh and move to stand at the foot of his bed.
He turns to you while holding a heap of fabric, before awkwardly straightening his back. "Do you need pajamas?"
Score. "Yeah." You murmur, giving him the nicest smile you can muster. "Is that okay with you?"
He nods quickly, tossing the ball of anime girl printed fabric onto his bed, "I don't have any normie PJs." He mutters, digging around, "Is that okay?" You nod quickly.
"I have a ton that I've never worn before." He glances at Ortho, whose eyes are shut as he charges, "I'll grab you one."
You nod again, shifting back and forth on your heels. He finally grabs you something and wanders over to hand it to you before ushering you into the bathroom. "I'll set up your spot." Huh?
You get changed in the bathroom without issue. His clothes don't smell like anything, so unfortunately youcan't be creepy and sniff them. When you come back out, Idia is on the floor smoothing out the anime girl fabric from before.
"What's that?" You smooth out his hoodie on your frame, holding onto your old clothes.
"My sleeping bag," He mutters, standing up a little straighter, but still slouching. "So you can sleep over."
"Why do you have a sleeping bag?" You ignore the disappointment that your plans to get close to him are once again foiled. "You go camping?"
"Only outside of stores for limited releases." He snickers and raises an eyebrow at you, before sitting on the edge of his bed.
You set your clothes down next to the sleeping bag before getting in, racking your brain for any ideas at all on how to get any inch closer into his arms. Or pants. Either one is fine.
There's an awkward silence for a bit as you both get comfortable. "Goodnight, Idia." You mutter, watching him use the remote to turn off his LED lights.
"Yeah, night."
You lie in the dark in silence for what feels like a few minutes, but ends up being hours based on the clock on his monitor.
You finally sit up, staring at him and his back while he sleeps. Is that creepy? Probably. Definitely. You think for a moment about what to do before throwing all caution to the wind. It's now or never.
You stand up and tidy up your sleeping bag in case your plan fails, before sneaking around to the other side of his bed. You stand there for a minute.
He was so pretty. Gosh. "Idia," He had some otherworldly beauty. Divine, even. "Idia, wake up."
He slowly opened his eyes, clearly groggy as he stared up at you. "Yeah?" Ugh, those lashes.
"I had a nightmare." He wasn't even fully awake yet. "Can I sleep with you?" You hoped that his older brother instincts would overpower his brains.
He yawned, closing his eyes again, "Sure." He lifted his arm instinctively.
Hell yeah.
You crawl into the bed next to him, curling yourself under his arm. "Thank you." You have far too much pride in your voice for someone supposedly so scared."Night, Idia." He'd already fallen back asleep. You tuck your face into the space under his chin, letting your arms wrap around his torso and promptly knocking out.
You feel violent, but warm, shaking. Is there an earthquake? Twistedquake? What is it called here? You open your eyes and are greeted with flushed skin. Oh yeah.
"Idia?" You lift your head up and look at his eyes, past the pink-tipped bangs. He's beet red and his eyes are blown wide as he stares down at you.
"OMG. This is just like a dating sim." He whispers, and you raise an eyebrow.
"Who's the MC?" You smile, using one hand to wipe crust away from the corners of your eyes. "You?"
"Mhm," He swallows as his voice cracks, and you take this as your invitation.
"So am I the love interest? Are you playing my route?" You can see him short-circuit at the question.
"What?"
"I like you, Idia." You finally say it, and you scoot closer. "For real."
He goes red again, and he’s about to answer when the sound of Ortho booting up cuts him off. "Brother, you can tell them that you like them back. You talk about them all the time."
Idia makes a sort of squawking noise at the comment, before collapsing back onto the bed, his hands flying to cover his face. "Ortho!"
A/N: i have no idea what i was writing this for. I didn’t want this so who did… is the formatting weird or is that just me….
a/n: the way it's been over a week... sorry I was busy cuz the holidays....and then i forgot. glad yall liked part one!
wc: 1.4k
tags: bakugo x fem!reader, southern internet gf again, this time you get to meet him irl how cute, im bad at writing romance, they do like a tiny kiss, bitchless bakugo he has NO game, he is a yearner tho. pig feet mention at the end, i want collard greens now :(
He really should've told you to block Mina's account. It would've saved him so many headaches.
You, in all your genius, decided to post a picture of your plane ticket to Japan, which would've been fine if not for Mina's stalking and subsequent blabbering.
Mina had decided to take this information and, in one of the many girly sleepovers that she hosts, let it slip to Ochako that his girlfriend (that no one knew about) was coming to Japan. Ochako had taken this information to "Damn Deku," whom you had heard of (From lots of Katsuki’s complaining), and then Deku mentioned this in an offhand conversation to his mother, who then told Katsuki's mother, and now he was in here. In his own personal hell.
He was standing at the front of the airport, between his parents, who were holding a god-awful welcome sign.
He felt like he was going to shit himself. He had no idea what he was going to do when he saw you. What would be the least cringeworthy thing to do in front of his parents? His mom and dad had pressured him into showing them a picture, so they already had an idea of what you looked like. He didn't have to devote 100% of his attention to looking for you, but it would've been real helpful. God, he really was talking like you, even to himself. Is that embarrassing? He thought so. He should probably figure out what he's going to do before you get here. A side hug? Should he kiss you? But your parents and his were going to be there. Besides, he doesn't even know how to kiss; what if he messes up? He could always—
"Isn't that her?" Masaru raised an eyebrow before giving him a reassuring smile. "You should go up to her. She seems a little lost." He saw you and had a moment of recognition, watching you stand by your luggage and point awkwardly at the signage indicating where you had to go while you talked to your parents.
Katsuki looked back at you, huddled with your parents and staring at your phone, trying to decipher the directions he gave you. You really did look lost.
He nodded, swallowing quickly before wiping his palms on his jeans. "Yeah. Got it." He grumbled, mostly to himself, before starting to walk towards you and your family.
"Oi!" He called after you, trying to walk slowly on his trembling legs as he watched you turn your head to look at him, your expression one of slight confusion at the sound of some strange man yelling in the airport. He watched as you fully recognized him, his heart twisting at the sight of your face absolutely lighting up.
He stood still, just staring at you like an idiot, before he realized you had dropped your luggage to sprint full-speed at him with your arms thrown open. He caught you the second your body hit him, mainly to avoid falling over because that would be more detrimental to his pride than catching you. He wrapped his arms around your middle, gently lowering you to the ground as you squealed incoherently in his ear. Lord, he was going to go deaf.
"I can't believe I finally get to see you!" He nodded quietly, pulling his head back as much as he could with your arms looped around his neck, just to look at your face up close. You were much prettier when he could count your pores.
He stayed silent even as both of your parents surrounded the two of you, awkwardly introducing themselves in a mix of broken Japanese and English. He felt like he was floating, just staring at you dumbly, even after you pulled away to begin chatting with your parents.
He didn't notice the conversation that was happening before it was too late.
He watched you hand your luggage to your parents before finally realizing what was going on. "Katsuki, do you have any ideas for what you want me to make you?"
"Huh?" He glanced at your hands and, dumbfounded. "What do you mean?"
"Dinner. What do you want me to make you for dinner?" You rolled your eyes before elbowing his arm playfully. "Any American foods you want to try?"
He raised an eyebrow, grunting at your words. "You're not making me dinner. You need a stove."
"Yeah, and I'll have one." You chuckled, "God, weren't you listening? I'm coming over to make you and your family dinner!"
He never got a say in anything once his mom got involved.
After letting you drag him around a grocery store for things, watching you ooh and aww at every single thing on the shelves (seriously, he knows you have onions in America), you were now unpacking your spoils of war in his kitchen, shooing him away when he tried to help.
"I got it!" He tsked, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his mom wasn't there to scold him for not helping. "Let me do something, dammit. The old hag'll bitch at me."
"Don't call your mom that, gosh! If I ever said that to my mama, she'd smack me upside the head."
"Don't worry, she does." He snorted, bending down to grab a pile of leaves out of one of the shopping bags while you prepped a pot. "What's this? Kale?"
"Eh, close." You hummed, snatching the leafy vegetable away from him. "Collards. It's related to kale, though. I think."
"You think? You don't know?" He raised a brow, watching you rinse the greens carefully. "Should I be trusting you with this?" He held back a smirk, leaning back against the counter next to the stove. His eyes watched your hands work, and he raised a brow.
"You wanna help me chop them?" You turned your head to look at him, your lashes fluttering against your soft-looking cheeks, and he bit his tongue.
"Sure." he stood up straight, stepping closer to you as you pulled the collards out of the sink, setting them on a cutting board you had discovered earlier. He watched as you delicately spread them out, before bending them and removing the stems. He was sure you were talking by the way your mouth moved, but he wasn't really listening the moment he caught sight of your face. "Uh-huh." He nodded dumbly to something you said, leaning his head closer to you without realizing.
You looked up from the pile of veggie stems you were making, jumping back slightly when you saw how close he was. "What?" You giggled, biting your lip.
"Nothin'," He grunted, glancing at the collards again. "You look pretty." He huffed, biting his bottom lip and turning his head away.
"Oh, my god," You laughed, rolling your eyes, "You're like a total tsundere. That's the word, right?"
He snapped out of his love-drunk stupor, raising both eyebrows. "Hah? What the fuck? Who taught you that?" He frowned, reaching up to roughly pinch your cheek, ignoring the way his heart did a flip at your high-pitched squeal.
"No one! Everyone knows that word! From, like, anime!" You snickered, swatting his hand away from your cheeks. "You'll ruin my makeup! And we're cooking, go wash your hands!" You scolded.
He rolled his eyes, but he listened anyway, sulking over to the sink. When he finished washing his hands, he stomped up next to you, staring at the collards again. He grunted when you looked over at him, his cheeks flushing slightly. "What're you looking at?"
You shrugged your shoulders, giggling quietly. "Same reason you looked at me."
You loosened your grip on the collard greens, glancing to the side. You smiled to yourself before looking back at him. He frowned, turning his head to look to the side. "What?" He barked, only to flinch at your cold hand on his cheek. He snapped his head to look at you now, his cheeks flushing pink.
He watched as you stepped closer, his heart rate spiking and lips parting slightly. He swallowed, nodding to nothing as he bent his head down to meet you halfway. The two of you pressed your lips together for half a second before he pulled away, ears burning as he bit his bottom lip.
You didn't seem too affected, though. You just smiled up at him before turning back to the collard greens on the cutting board, still dripping with water from being washed.
"Ah, fuck. I totally forgot to get me some pig feet."
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