I need more frat!kuna PLEASE 🙏 🙏 🙏 (love your writing btw x)
a hot summer day, the start of a new semester at tokyo's university of jutjsu and tech... life seemed bright and refreshing to you these days!
to your boyfriend, however, it looked busy and full of stupid frat brothers.
"ryo, i'm sure they didn't mean to do it..." you said, absently talking while reading in your boyfriend's bed. ryomen was pacing back and forth, frustrated, wearing a trail in the floor.
"of course they did. they always mean to do this shit. they jus' want to piss me off, especially when they know i'm busy with stupid fucking pledges and other bullshit."
toji and gojo may have gotten into a brawl over something miniscule (a missing beer) and given the house a new open space concept (three fist-sized holes in the kitchen and living room walls), and now it was ryomen's mess to clean up seeing as he was the president of phi kappa.
"baby, will you sit down?" you sighed, shutting your book and setting it aside.
ryomen eyed you suspiciously, like you two would lure him into a false sense of security before punching a hole in the wall, but after a knowing look from you he sighed and sunk down into the bed. slowly he crawled into your lap and melted into you.
you groaned slightly as all of his bodyweight fell onto you. "someone's bulking..."
"no," he said, mashing his face against your warm stomach. "it's all muscle."
shaking your head, you began to massage his scalp, smiling at him, this prone, relaxed version you so loved seeing. he made a sound of contentment, his muscles visibly relaxing.
"ryo, i think it's important to remember that toji and gojo would never do anything to purposely hurt you," you said quietly. "things just a little heated, but you know they're good guys, they'll take accountability for their actions."
"oh, baby." he hummed against your body, then kissed the valley of your chest. "there's three holes in my wall downstairs. you bet your ass they're going to take accountability. i already told them to google how to plaster walls."
you pressed your lips together. "you won't be mad forever, will you?"
"no, sweetheart. besides, it's not like it's your fault."
"i know. i just don't like seeing you so worked up. i mean, yeah, it's hot, but not when it's stressing you out so bad..."
ryomen propped himself up on his elbows, gave you a kiss, and smiled against your skin in a devilishly mischievous way. "i need one way you can help me de-stress."
