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[preppylily]

running into ex-situationship frat!sukuna at a concert for an artist that he put you onto

a/n: yayay i’m back! didnt expect my first post to get so many likes omg😋 anyways reader lwk just going thru it- sukuna isn’t rlly talking oops

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each hand carried a cold drink as you weaved your way out of the drink line, dodging sweaty bodies and loud chatter. the condensation from the drinks dripped down your wrists and arms, making you all the more desperate to make it back to your friend sooner.

for it being your first concert, you expected to have more fun and not to have a pounding headache. the instruments were so impossibly loud, to the point where you could feel every hit of the drum or every strum of the bass physically shake your chest.

and like every other college student, you decided to fight off the misery with alcohol.

double the headache and give it to the next day.

but… maybe you shouldn’t head back to your friend so soon.

you’re at the back of the pit now, behind the sea of jumping bodies and head banging; far enough from the music where you still feel in the moment but not assaulted by the roughness of the band.

you wipe the cold condensation off the can of seltzer meant for you friend by wiping it against the fabric of your bottoms. surely, this should make it more bearable to hold.

as you take a sip of your opened can, your eyes naturally drift to a familiar sight. the familiarity almost makes you nauseous but you can’t point it out.

it could be the bitterness of the drink after all.

but the posture… the spiky hair… everything about this person.

reminds you of sukuna.

and suddenly the band is drowned out, but not the singer. not the yearning in his voice, not the lyrics that he sings as if he were personally mocking what you once felt when looking at the person in front of you.

“tell me where you’re gonna be when i’m gone”

you no longer feel like you’re standing at the back of a concert. instead, you’re sitting in his passenger seat, looking out the window at the white covered streets and hearing the song for the first time as he sings along with his thumbs thumping against the steering wheel.

“you’ve got more of my own heart than i’ve got”

you still remember the way you quietly replayed the lyrics in your mind long after the song had ended; how he’d sung it with more emotion, more enthusiasm- more something, in his tone, and whether it had meant anything or if you were just overthinking.

“will you walk to class alone on tuesday?”

you can still smell his musky cologne mixed with the hot smell of the car’s heater.

“are you choosing someone better?”

and you still remember the look in his eyes when he’d glance over from time to time, even though you pretended to not notice.

“are you still gon’ wear my sweater?”

but based off the way he acted towards the end, perhaps there never was a look. maybe he never felt anyway towards you and it was all one sided.

“what’re you doing here?”

your heart drops a million miles down to your ass.

he’s now standing in front of you, the same brow raised as always when something threw him off.

“making use of the student discount.” you throw out quickly, feeling the walls draw up.

it’d be best to keep it cold anyways. then, you won’t have to worry about seeming too pathetic in front of him.

yeah, you’re doing great without him. at a concert with friends, drinking, having the time of your life.

that’ll show him.

“oh, i didn’t know you listened to malcolm.” sukuna’s tone only seemed to pick up more confusion.

what the hell are you supposed to say? “yeah i never did until i started missing you?” you’re just gonna look like a bird, honestly.

“everyone does now.” you shrug.

not bad. not terrific either.

“fair…”

a small silence fills the two of you, metaphorically. the drummer is still playing the fuck out those drums in reality.

“y’know… uhm… the frat’s throwing a party on friday.” sukuna adds almost hesitantly.

seriously? he ghosts you after months of what you thought was something developing, avoids you like the plague around campus, and now has the audacity to invite you to a party?

what happened to an apology? not even a meager ‘sorry’ for ghosting you after all that? after meeting his family? after all those study dates? after genuinely being you first everything?

does his brain just light up with sparkles after trying to make everything okay when it wasn’t?

maybe it was petty, but if you were a guy, you surely wouldn’t feel like ghosting a girl on a random tuesday after spending the night before telling her how perfect she was and how grateful you were for her.

“yeah? well i’ve gotta head back… so…” you smile awkwardly before hastily slipping away.

“are you gon-?” but you were quick to get out of there

what a way to ruin a night. if anything you just feel irritated now.

the post-concert debrief is going to be brutal.

[preppylily]

situationship frat!kuna who shows up at your dorm drunk at 2am

a/n: yay my first post! yearnful sukuna bcs i believe he’s the most chalant- wondering what me and him couldve been lwk, js w sukuna in his place…

cw// mentions of alc use

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the two of you never dated, never even had labels, yet you missed him like it was a breakup.

sukuna never cared what others thought of him, your inner thoughts made society feel like a judge panel. his friends treated feelings like a punch line, your friends could call for hours just to dissect a scenario from years ago. his life revolved around the frat and his brothers, your life never revolved around just one thing, drifting towards anything and everything.

despite the endless differences, there was also an endless amount of similarities; ones that seemed more than significant enough to pull the two of you together like winding up thread.

but that thread started to unwind around mid-sophomore year, when bigger responsibilities and growing differences started to affect how often those hangouts happened. disagreements became frequent until finally, one day, radio silence from his end.

there was only so much you could do. besides, you didn’t want to seem like those pitiful girls that chased after guys who clearly weren’t interested.

but sukuna was interested at some point… right?

life grew calmer over time as the stress of having a crush left, but calmness was never quite the norm for sukuna, nor the people around him.

“turn off the light while you’re up.” your roommate mumbles, long since tucked in her bed. the faint audio of her tiktoks fill the dorm as you’re finishing the last of your laundry.

but as you’re putting your hamper away, a rough knock knock is heard on the door. more like a pound almost.

“i’m so… so sorry…” the unmistakable voice makes the two of you freeze, even with the slurring and the door between you.

“what the hell?” you mutter to your roommate, who’s only cheesing back. one long debrief is to be had later.

“please-“ a weird thump against the door follows shortly, almost as if someone’s up against the door.

as much as you’ve told people that you’ve moved on, that sukuna no longer means anything to you, you can’t deny the slight anticipation in your chest. maybe tonight will have a chance for some closure.

you open the door slightly, only for it to fling open as he tumbles into the doorway and onto the ground.

“what the hell?” you mutter, jumping back to make space for the drunken heap on the floor that is sukuna. “dude, get up. what’re you doing?”

“only thing up-“ sukuna drags himself back onto his feet, albeit unsteady, “is… is not me.”

now he’s just saying a bunch of nothing…

“c’mon, i’ll walk you back home.” you help support him with an arm as you scramble to grab your phone.

after literally pushing the guy out into the hallway and out the way, you close your door and start to walk him down the hallway, one of his arms slung over your shoulder. that was until he roughly pushed you away. it doesn’t help that he’s a decently buff guy either, he damn near sent you flying into the wall.

“what’s your problem?!” you scold him, nearly getting whiplash from slamming into the wall and suddenly whipping around to see him back on the ground.

“i’m… i’m not moving.” sukuna huffs stubbornly. truly too old to be acting like this, but at least the alcohol in him is somewhat of an excuse. it’s still embarrassing on his part, really.

“well i kinda need you to. i’m not gonna carry you back.”

“i’ll go,” his hand comes up pointedly, “when you… when you accept my apologies… and talk to me again.”

you can only muster a sigh as you go to sit beside him against the wall. he probably won’t even remember coming to you by tomorrow morning anyways. doesn’t hurt to hear him out. luckily, everyone on your floor sleeps decently early.

“yuji… yuji keeps…” his body and breath absolutely reeks of alcohol, and it seems that it’s affecting his speech too. definitely not as much as his odor though… “he asks about you.”

your heart grows slightly heavy at the mention of his nephew. the two of you had grown so close that sometimes, sukuna started to feel like the odd one out.

“i can’t- i can’t even… live, without thinking about you… us.”

his hand hesitantly reaches out for yours, before moving to run through his messy hair instead. you try to ignore it, but it’s hard to.

especially when you’ve spent nights in your bed, curled up wondering if the two of you would ever talk again. if there would ever be one last conversation, whether it would be an argument, or if it would end in tears and heavier hearts. did he drive by the taco bell and think about late nights in that drive through too? did he also stop listening to certain songs because it filled him with a certain agony that you two had the potential to be so much more?

“i’ll change, i’ll communicate,” his voice cracks from the sheer amount of hurt that’s dragging down his vocals, “i’ll go shopping with you for however long you want, i’ll do whatever- whatever you want… be anything you want…” you flinch slightly at the sound of his voice. it’s as if he sobered up in two seconds flat. his words no longer sounded like it took all the effort in the world to say, as if the alcohol had physically restrained his mouth from speaking until now, “i just… i need you back.” he whispers quietly.

“sukuna… i don’t… i don’t know.” you mutter quietly. all those nights you had spent dreaming about one last conversation with him, and now that you’re here, all the words have suddenly left. how do you put all the memories, frustration, and yearning from the past few months into words? “you ghosted me… you threw everything away without telling me anything.”

your voice aches just as much as your heart does. those words just barely scratched the surface of your feelings, but there’s just the faintest line between lowering your walls too far down, and not standing up for yourself.

“i know. i know and i… i hate myself for it. i don’t know what i was thinking.” his head lays heavy in his hands, clearly swimming in guilt.

he deserves it though.

“i’ll let you punch me.”

as tempting as his offer was, your morals got the upper hand. “sukuna, i’m not gonna punch you.”

“then please just, just take me back.” he pleads, damn near whines. you lean away from him slightly as he inches closer. the whole time, your eyes have been on the ground, but with the way the foul smell of alcohol got closer, you knew how close he was. “i was so stupid, please. i miss you…”

“sukuna, it’s a lot, okay? and you’re drunk, you need to go home.” you say finally, unable to take this conversation and the smell of him anymore. as you rise to your feet, he quickly grabs your hand.

“i’ll never drink again!” he adds quickly, similar to a negotiation. you’re not even sure how to feel about that.

“i’m finding that hard to believe.”

“please… please i’ll do whatever you want.” he pleads, only rising to his feet when you start to drag him by the arm. “i’ll shave my hair… i’ll… i’ll even wear cat ears.”

“holy shit.” you have to use all the willpower in you to not laugh, even turning to face the wall. the poor boy looks like he’s half a second away from sobbing, and laughing probably won’t make it better. “you’ve gotta go. we can talk when you’re sober again.”

a small, less heavy silence fills the hallway.

“i missed you…” sukuna mumbles sadly before finally following behind you, his sloppy steps thumping against the carpeted floor.

“i’ve missed you too.”