⊹₊ ˚‧Frat!Sukuna x Shy!reader ‧ ˚ ₊⊹
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You couldn’t believe you let your friend drag you to a party. Part of you had even hoped you would like it—maybe that was the only reason you agreed to go in the first place.
But now your heart sank as your friend ditched you without a second glance, immediately disappearing into her usual crowd. You were left standing in a shadowed corner, awkward and alone.
You wanted to grab her sleeve, yank on it hard enough to maybe tear it, and tell her what an actual bitch she was for leaving you at the party she had dragged you to. Of course, there was no way you could ever be that bold. So instead, you shuffled to the side, stuffing your hands in your pockets as the buzz of the party flowed around you.
You thought bitterly, turning toward what you hoped was the door out of the frat house.
A voice you didn’t recognize sang into your ear far too close. The stench of alcohol made you gag. His crooked teeth and bony frame sent a shiver up your spine as he hiccuped and took another swig from his red cup.
“Hi… I’m sorry, but I was just about to leave—”
“Oh, that’s just too baaaad.” He drawled, stepping closer and grinning. You immediately took a step back, fists balling up in panic.
“I’m really not interested.” You tried again, your voice pitched higher than before, struggling to carry over the blare of voices and loud music. The air felt stifling, the party crowd far away, oblivious to the trouble pressing in around you.
“Aw, c’mon, baby. I can show you a good time.” He laughed like he had said something funny, his breath making you want to gag as you backed up—and he followed.
Your eyes stung. You hated how much you wanted to stand up for yourself but didn’t want to cause a scene. You weren’t sure you could make him back off. Suddenly, you felt so useless, so weak, and so very small.
Before you could try again, he was suddenly jerked backward by someone behind him. His bloodshot eyes widened as he turned around. You spun back toward the crowd, which had quickly formed around two figures.
The guy who had been harassing you.
Your jaw nearly dropped. Sukuna Ryomen had just pulled that freak off of you?
“What’s your fuckin’ problem?” Sukuna asked coldly, disgust plain on his face as he gripped the man by the collar, who scrambled to get away.
“L-look, man! I’m sorry! Just a little drunk! I didn’t mean any harm!” he stammered, panic rising as cameras whipped out in seconds, all eyes on Sukuna as he started smashing the guy’s face.
You sank deeper into the crowd, horrified—and yet, oddly, a small part of you felt bad for the man taking a brutal beating.
You didn’t know much about frat parties, but you knew Sukuna Ryomen.
You’d gone to school with him since elementary, though you’d never spoken. Still, the stories followed you everywhere: the fights, the fear, the sheer power he wielded. Truth be told, he terrified you.
He’d beaten countless kids. No one knew whether they deserved it or not—it didn’t matter. Sukuna won every time. His reputation had earned him respect, and his alignment with the frat boys, including Satoru, only cemented it.
And… somehow, he was also undeniably attractive.
In your younger years, you’d had a small crush on him—like most of the middle school girls. There was something about those crimson eyes that made your heart flutter and your mind race. You’d kept it a secret, tucked close like a fragile treasure. You liked to imagine those eyes on you, lingering footsteps and glances from across the room. But it was a schoolgirl crush, a silly thing you never needed to act on.
The fight ended as abruptly as it began. The crowd dispersed, giggling as though the scene were a skit they’d laugh about forever.
You stood awkwardly, unsure whether to thank Sukuna or just leave. What did you even say to someone who had just beaten a guy up for you?
You turned, shivering. It was him. His eyes, intense and focused, scanned you for injuries—even though the drunk hadn’t touched you, thanks to Sukuna.
“Oh! Yeah,” you nodded quickly, stuffing your hands into your pockets, glancing down at his bruised knuckles. “…thank you for doing that.”
He snorted, like you’d said something funny.
“He was a douche. Wanted him gone anyway.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets once he saw your attention on them.
“Thanks… anyways.” You offered a small, relieved smile, easing slightly as the tension dissipated.
“…So, do you, uh… come to parties a lot?” He scratched the back of his neck, and you almost laughed. Sukuna Ryomen fidgeting? Impossible.
“Not really. My friend dragged me here,” you admitted, laughing awkwardly when he glanced pointedly at your solitary state.
“She… uh—had to go,” you added, feeling lame, but he tilted his head slightly and grinned, as if seeing right through your excuse.
“Yeah… had to go, huh?” He smiled, brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead, looking at you like you were some cute kid on Christmas rather than an awkward college student.
“Mhm. I should probably head out too,” you blurted, straightening and heading for the exit as fast as possible, desperate to stop embarrassing yourself.
“We share a class, I’m pretty sure.” Sukuna fell in step beside you. You almost froze, noticing the way his eyes widened when you turned away.
“I think so, yeah,” you said curtly, walking quickly. You knew exactly who he was, where he sat in class, everything—but it was obvious he probably didn’t even notice you.
“…Cool.” He gave a short reply. You winced at the awkward tension, the door ahead feeling like a heavenly escape from the party chaos. Why was he walking you out? Why was he making small talk?
The cool night air greeted your face as the door opened. Freedom, scented with vape smoke and cigarettes, filled your lungs.
“See you later.” You cleared your throat, waved, and headed for your car across the street.
Sukuna nodded silently, hands deep in his pockets, watching you leave. You refused to look back, determined not to see him still on the porch, like a scene out of a romcom. Your pride held, so you stared pointedly at the road ahead.
The drive back to your cheap apartment was oddly peaceful. Soft radio music, the quiet night, and the scent of smoke lingering in your car gave a strange comfort. Your roommate, Shoko, was out, so you’d have the place to yourself.
You climbed the endless stairs, sluggishly unlocking the door as the old wood groaned. You collapsed onto the scratchy couch, closing your eyes, breathing in the faint smell of Febreeze and smoke. Finally, you could just be home.
You close your eyes, the peaceful curtain of darkness allowing you to finally relax, finally shut off all your thoughts and just be.
Darkness follows in your sleep.
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AN - this was pretty boring but is just setup for the real story! This is pt 1 so stay tuned ^^ Tsym for reading!
