Pairing: f!reader x frat boy!Ryomen Sukuna and a lil choso x f!reader in this chapter
Warnings: bad decisions, a lil drunk reader, reader being reader, probably ooc, jealous sukuna, Gojo being Gojo, possibly incorrect information in sports, alcohol, kissing (but not with sukuna, yet), idk what more to say
Notes: sorry for not updating, the macroeconomics parcial almost destroys me, but I survive so, voilà
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Chapter 5: Seven Minutes in Heaven
You arrived at the "chic" cafeteria that he talked about so much, a place full of velvet sofas and specialty coffee that Sukuna clearly despised (although deep down he also liked it). Gojo, on the other hand, moved like a fish in water, asking for three different types of cakes and sitting in the center of a semicircular sofa, forcing them to sit on your flanks.
"Isn't it charming?" Gojo said, taking off his sunglasses to give you a wink "It's much better than that dusty library, isn't it, Y/N? In addition, here the light favors you much more"
Sukuna let out a low growl, crossing his arms. His knee, due to the lack of space on the sofa, brushed yours. You could feel the warmth emanating from him, a constant and heavy presence that made you nervous.
You move a little in the seat, the coffee already warm in your hands. You are not used to this: sitting with Sukuna outside the library, with no books involved, no excuse to avoid looking at him directly. You barely know him, enough to know that he is intimidating, arrogant and that his presence makes the air weigh more, but after weeks locked up studying, there is something you can't ignore, the way he looks at you when he thinks you don't realize it
You were no longer there due to academic obligation; the work was delivered, the note was put.
So, why was he still here? Why hadn't he turned around as soon as Gojo opened his mouth?
Yeah, because of the colored post-its I'm sure not, you thought
"On Friday there is a match against those of the rival university. If we win, and we are going to win, because Sukuna doesn't know how to lose, I mount something epic in the frat. Shots, music, not controlled chaos. Y/n, you're coming, right? Nanami has told me that lately you are… how did she say it? 'Too stressed.' Time to de-stress, huh?" Gojo said with a tone that promised problems "This time we'll keep an eye on the alcohol!"
"Shut up Satoru, don't start bothering," Sukuna muttered, although he didn't move a millimeter, maintaining that accidental contact between your legs that was driving you crazy.
"Come on, I'm just saying that if he joined us in the game maybe she would give us a little of her luck" Gojo explains
And how lucky am I supposed to be?
Sukuna snorts low, almost a laugh. He doesn't look at you directly, but at the plate of macarons as if he obt him money. "If we win, the party is inevitable. Gojo doesn't know how to live without having parties. But it's not mandatory to come if you don't want to." His voice is hoarse, dragged, as always. Then, finally, he turns his head towards you, crimson eyes staring straight. "Although… if you show up in the stands, maybe it won't be so boring to beat those idiots' ass. I'm just saying. It could be entertaining to see you cheering for once, instead of fighting with crazy people."
Just when Gojo was about to let out another biting comment, the doorbell rang.
A tall and broad-shouldered figure entered the place, standing out among the minimalist aesthetics of the cafe with his dark sportswear. It was Choso.
Your eyes lit up instinctively and you waved at him. Since you became friends, Choso had become a constant support, obviously with Nobara.
"Y/N!" Choso said, approaching with that calm of his that seemed to cool the atmosphere. He stopped in front of the table, nodding slightly to his teammates "Gojo. Captain. I didn't expect to see you until training"
Choso focused on you, ignoring the expression of Sukuna's few friends.
"You're radiant, it shows that you've rested," Choso said sincerely. "Make sure you continue like this. By the way, I already left you at the reception the tea"
"Wow, wow" Gojo blurted out with a shark smile "Choso, I didn't know you had such special attentions with our "little lucky charm." Herbal tea, half smiles… It seems that you got ahead of the play, huh?"
Sukuna let out a dry laugh and tilted his head, watching Choso as if he were an interesting but harmless insect. With absolute tranquility, he stretched an arm behind your back, resting it on the back of the velvet sofa, surrounding you without touching you, but marking the space clearly.
"It's a very tender detail, Choso" Sukuna said, with a dragged voice and a smug smile that made your heart turn over "I'm glad to know that someone cares about the well-being of this shorty. But don't worry so much about her tiredness" Sukuna leaned a little towards you, reducing the distance until you could smell his perfume "I'll make sure she doesn't run out too much when she's with me"
If this is a dream, please don't wake me up
Choso kept his gaze for a second longer, a spark of defiance crossing his eyes before nodding slowly.
"If you say so, captain," Choso replied in a flat voice and winking at you. "I was passing by to say hello, although I'll see you later, Y/N"
You felt how the heat rose to your cheeks while Choso moved away towards the bar. Sukuna didn't remove his arm from your backrest
Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, as if he had just seen the end of a Turkish soap opera.
"Oh, Sukuna…" said Gojo, poking a piece of strawberry cake with a fork "So shorty, huh? How cheesy you get when you want. Anyone would say that it has bothered you that the good Choso knows what she does and you have no idea that Y/N works in the gym."
Sukuna released the air through his nose, a half-slanted smile appearing on his face.
He seemed relaxed, but you could feel the vibration of his body against yours on the couch.
"Why would you bother me, Satoru?" Sukuna replied with a feigned calm, starting to play with one of the spoons on the table "What she does in her free time matters to me as much as your opinion: nothing. If she want to waste time with guys who give away infusions, it's her problem"
"Of course, sure… that's why you've marked the territory as if it were the last trophy in the league" Gojo mocked, turning to you with eyes shining with pure evil "Tell me something, Y/N… Who do you prefer? To Choso, who is a gentleman and cares about your rest… or to this animal that only listens to you so that he doesn't get suspended Finance?"
"Gojo" you challenged him
"Oh, come on! If it's just curiosity," Gojo insisted, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial way "Because, Sukuna, let me tell you that since you're careless, Choso will take away your position. In the field he is an excellent midfielder, he knows how to read the gaps very well… and it seems that off the field he has also found a "spot" that interests him.
"Choso is not going to take anything away from me," Sukuna said. His red eyes turned to the bar, where Choso was waiting for his coffee, and then they returned to you. There was no anger in his eyes, just that icy superiority "And you, Satoru, if you open your mouth again to say another stupid thing, I swear you won't keep all your teeth"
Well, until now disappearing out of nowhere and starting a new life in another country didn't seem so bad to you
Sukuna turned to you, completely ignoring Gojo. His hand was still resting on the back of the sofa, when suddenly his absence was instantly felt
"I have better things to do than listening to this clown's nonsense," Sukuna blurted out, getting up from the couch with feline agility.
And what's wrong with this one now?
He stood, looking at you from above with an expression that tried to project absolute boredom, but his eyes betrayed that Choso's presence had stirred something inside him.
"I'm leaving. I have already fulfilled my "social life" quota for today," he said, taking his backpack
"Oh, what a shame!" Gojo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sticking you to him on the couch while looking at Sukuna with malice "Don't worry, Ryomen. I will take care of Y/N. Total, Choso is there at the bar and I'm sure he won't mind keeping us company when he finishes his coffee. He's much more… attentive than you, isn't he?"
You saw how Sukuna's jaw tightened so much that it seemed that a vein was going to be marked in his tee. He looked at Gojo's arm on you and then fixed his gaze on yours for an instant that felt eternal.
"Do what you want" Sukuna told you with a coldness that stinged you "Enjoy the herbal tea."
He turned around and walked towards the exit with a firm step. Through the glass of the cafeteria, you saw him walk away, alone, with stiff shoulders and that aura of danger that always accompanied him.
"Oos, how cold it has suddenly been!" Gojo mocked, finally letting you go and starting to devour another piece of cake as if nothing had happened "Have you seen how it has become? Not even that they had stolen the ball in the final"
"Gojo, you're a nosy" you reproached him, although your heart was still racing because of the way Sukuna had looked at you before leaving.
"I'm an artist of chaos, dear."
At that moment, Choso approached the table with his steaming coffee in his hand. He looked at Sukuna's empty place and then focused on you.
"Is he gone?" Choso asked calmly "I didn't want to interrupt your meeting"
"You haven't interrupted anything, man," Gojo replied with his mouth full. "Sukuna has very little stamina for the competition. Sit down, Choso. We were talking about your nightly encounters at the gym.”
Choso sat down and just put his arms on the table and gave you a small smile, almost imperceptible.
"It's not a bad place to spend the night" said Choso looking into your eyes "Training is hard, but seeing you smile from the reception makes even Monday nights worth it."
Gojo let out a long and low whistle, giving you a look of "I told you" "Wow! Choso, you're a poet."
You sank into the couch, feeling that the afternoon was getting complicated. Sukuna had left wounded in his pride and Choso had just thrown a dart straight at your heart.
The drama had just begun.
After a while of chatting, unfortunately, he said goodbye
"I'm going late to class. Y/N. Gojo," he said, and this time, before leaving, he put a hand briefly on your shoulder. It was a light touch, just a second, but it was a direct declaration of intent according to Gojo.
When Choso left the cafeteria, Gojo stared at you with a smug smile.
"… Well, well…" Gojo sang, observing the door through which Choso had just left with a smile of absolute satisfaction "It seems that the panorama is clearing and, curiously, it has remained a very interesting air. Have you noticed, Y/N?"
You stared at your already cold cup of coffee, feeling a knot in your stomach. The plan to "study and go unnoticed" had gone to waste the moment you accepted that deal with Sukuna. Now you not only had the king of the campus marking territory in a strange way, but his teammate being the ideal boy just when Sukuna decided to become unbearable.
The strange thing is that you two were nothing
Are you friends at least?
"Gojo, enough" you sighed "It's not funny"
"For me it is, and I'm gaining in entertainment," he replied, getting up and adjusting his dark glasses. "Come on, get up. I accompany you to your bedroom that you look like you are about to enter an existential crisis"
You walked around the campus in silence under the orange light of the sunset. Gojo was next to you humming a song, apparently oblivious to the storm you had left behind. However, as you moved forward, you couldn't help but look for a tall and tattooed silhouette in your memories.
But the road to your building was empty. Only the sound of your footsteps and the distant chatter of other students could be heard.
Upon arriving at the door of your block, Gojo stopped and gave you a playful tap on the forehead.
"A free advice, Y/N: don't try to understand Sukuna. The more you try to decipher it, the more it catches you. And it gives me the feeling that you are already with the water around your neck. See you!"
You were left alone in the lobby, watching how Gojo walked away with his usual carefree elegance
You entered your room and Nobara didn't even look up from her books and notes
"You've been late," she commented, "Another torture session with the Finance books?"
"Something like that," you replied with a tired voice, letting yourself fall on the bed.
You stared at the ceiling, reviewing every second in the cafeteria. Choso's calm, Gojo's gossip… and the emptiness that Sukuna left when he left. You tried to convince yourself that it was better this way, that without the work involved, the most logical thing was for everyone to return to their orbit. He was the sun of the campus, and you… you had only been an sporadic sparkle
Nobara looks at you sideways while she finishes writing something down in her notebook
"Again with a face of "my life is a complete disaster"?" She asks, throwing herself on her bed "Let go, say it"
You sigh, still looking at the ceiling as if the answer was there.
"Coffee with Gojo and Sukuna. Choso. Sukuna got… weird. He marked territory as if I were a thing , then he left pissed off because Gojo didn't stop punching. Choso was sweet, as always. And now I don't know what the fuck to do with Friday's game because I've literally been told that I'll be their lucky charm"
Nobara suddenly joins, eyes shining.
"The game? Sukuna's against the rivals? You go! Don't even doubt it. I'll drag you myself if necessary. It's the semester event, and after the cafeteria thing… this screams "go"
"No" you say although the knot in the stomach says the opposite "Just… I don't want another drama. The last party was hell, and the dungeon with him was… strange. I've forgotten what is shame since I met him"
"Well, that's why. Go, see how he wins, because he's going to win, and if later at the party he gets jealous again… enjoy it. Choso is a sky, but Sukuna is a fire. And you, friend, have been on autopilot for too long"
In the end you give in. Not for him. Or so you tell yourself. Just to see if the chaos that Nobara promises is as bad as it seems.
Friday arrives with a gray sky that threatens rain, but the stadium is bursting. The smell of wet grass, hot dogs and sweat hits your nose as soon as you enter. Nobara dragged you to some decent stands near the field (more than you wanted)
The team took to the field with applause and chants. Sukuna headed, helmet in hand, tattoos shining under the spotlight, and with that posture of "I'm the fucking master" that made you nervous from the first day.
Gojo was behind, glasses removed for once, smiling as if the game had already won, Choso as calm as always ignoring the crowd and Nanami so focused and serious that he transmitted that energy of victory.
"Look at him" Nobara whispers, pointing to the field "There is your star captain warming up. It looks like he's going to eat the world"
Sukuna was in the center, helmet under his arm, pink hair ruffled by the wind. He moves as if the field were his, stretching his arms, with the tattoos peeking out under the tight shirt.
God those arms, what you would let him do to you-
Maybe you should lower two lines to your ovulation freakiness
The game started brutally. The rival was tough, but the team didn't give in. In the first quarter, Gojo ran like lightning on the side, dodging blows and throwing the ball to a teammate who caught him in the scoring area. Touchdown. The stadium went crazy: people jumping, hugging, screaming until they ran out of voice. Gojo pointed to the stands, winking at where you were.
Sukuna on the other hand, dodged two tackles, turned, pushed another rival as if it were paper and crossed the line. Touchdown. The stadium really erunted: chants, people hugging, beer flying. Sukuna took off his helmet, looked at the stands and… found you. He didn't smile. He just arched an eyebrow, as if saying "do you see? I told you I would win." Then he turned around and let the team lift him on his shoulders.
They won by a near. The final score was a delirium. Nobara hugged you shouting "Let's go to the party!"
And you could only think of that look.
After getting ready for the party you arrived at the frat, when the party was already at its highest point. Music that made the walls vibrate, colored lights bouncing everywhere, smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume. Nobara grabbed your arm and dragged you straight to the main hall.
"I'm going to get drinks. Then we will dance" she says advancing through the crowd
"Okay, but just for a while" you murmured while you adjusted your dress, maybe it wasn't the best option to wear today, you swore that every step you took raised it a little more
"A while," she says. We'll see"
You stayed for a second in the middle of the room, trying not to look lost in the crowd. Then you saw it.
Sukuna was in the center of the sofa, surrounded. Four or five girls who had him cornered against the furniture. One passed him the beer bottle, another touched his arm laughing loudly, the third said something in his ear while he took a long drink and nodded with a lazy half smile that came out. The black shirt stuck to his chest from his recent shower, his pink hair ruffled, the tattoos standing out every time he moved his arms. He seemed comfortable like an indisputable king.
Just at that moment, he looked up. Eye contact was intense. His crimson eyes ran through you slowly, stopping on the rag you had today for a dress. One of the girls said something in his ear, he answered without looking away from you, with a slow, almost defiant smile. Then he took a long drink, left the bottle on a table and stayed there, surrounded, but with divided attention. All that remains is that look that lasted a second longer before returning to the group.
Your stomach turned upside down.
Before you could decide whether to turn around or pretend you hadn't seen it, Choso appeared next to you with two plastic cups in his hands.
"I saw you from afar" he said in that calm voice that always seemed to lower the volume of the world "I didn't want you to be alone in the middle of this chaos"
you accepted a cup, grateful for the gesture.
Before you could answer, Gojo came out of nowhere like a tornado, with a plastic crown and two shots in his hand.
"My favorites!" He shouted, getting between the two of you "Choso the saint and y/n the fighter. Are you already courting her again or today there are no balls for that?
Choso let out a short laugh.
"We don't do anything. We just chatted"
Gojo leaned towards you, low and evil voice.
And so he walked away, a lil drunk and eager to cause problems and revel
You two laughed and kept drinking
The party had gone from chaotic to uncontrolled for hours.
Alcohol ran like water, music was a constant pulse on the walls, and people no longer pretended: loud laughter, bodies stuck on the track, empty bottles rolling on the floor.
Nobara had lost you at some point between shots and improvised dances; the last time you saw her, she was shouting something about something with a group of girls.
You already carried several glasses on you, enough for the world to feel blurry on the edges, but not so much as to forget the puncture every time you looked at Sukuna.
He was still in his corner, surrounded by fans, but his crossed looks with you had become more frequent, heavier with each drink he took.
Gojo, with the crooked plastic crown and eyes bright from alcohol, decided it was the perfect time to fuck everything up. He climbed on a wobbly table, bottle and microphone in hand, and screamed over the music.
"Attention, losers! Time for a classic game to celebrate the victory! Seven minutes in heaven. Whoever doesn't play is a coward!"
People roared, drunk and ready for anything. An improvised circle formed in the living room, with bottles spinning and nervous laughter.
Choso in front of you, calm as always, although his cheeks were already red from the alcohol. Gojo settled down next to you, winking at you.
"This is going to be epic," Gojo whispered, leaning towards you
Gojo turned the bottle first. He touched him with an random girl, and they disappeared in the closet laughing and whistling. Seven minutes later, they came out with messy hair and idiotic smiles.
Then the bottle turned and stood on Sukuna.
And in one of the girls who had been attached to him from the beginning: blonde, with a laugh that cut the air and an enviable outfit. Sukuna let out a drunken snort, but got up without protesting, bottle in hand. "Come on, let's go," he said with that voice dragged by the glasses. The girl laughed loudly, grabbing his arm as they entered the closet.
The bottle turned again. Nobara with a guy from the team. More laughter, more gossip. Gojo commented on everything like a radio announcer
Jealousy, jealousy and more jealousy
It was the only thing you felt along the rum that walked through your veins
But you two were nothing, with what right were you going to feel something
After a sip of a drink that had been passed to you and adjusting your dress so that it would not go up, it was your turn. The bottle turned slowly, as if fate laughed at you.
The circle exploded. Gojo whistled long.
Sukuna took a strong drink from his bottle, jaw tight, but said nothing. He just looked at how Choso helped you get up
If looks could kill he would be so fucking dead
You entered the dark closet, the small space smelling of old coats and spilled beer. Seven minutes. Choso leaned against the wall, looking at you with eyes that the alcohol made more direct.
"This is ridiculous," you murmured, nervous, but the alcohol released your tongue.
"A little. But… I'm not complaining"
He took a step closer, the heat of his body filling the space. He kissed you softly at first, as if asking for permission, but the glasses did the rest: hands on your waist, lips more urgent, a kiss that lasted what seemed like hours. It was a mixture of crazy but warm and very confident passion.
Choso muttered something like "we should have done this before," and you responded with another kiss, the alcohol erasing any doubts.
When a few knocks on the closet door made you get out of your bubble
"It's time to go out ,lovebirds, that I still don't want nephews" Gojo's voice echoed the small space and you laughed
When you two left, with your hair a little ruffled and your cheeks hot, you sat back down
Your cheeks burned, your eyes fleetingly went through the place, a pink mane was missing in the place where he had been sitting before, taking you a little out of your thoughts until you crossed paths with Choso's gaze giving him a small smile
Choso just smiled, returning to his beer as if nothing had happened.
In the end, you don't know how many drinks later, people began to move, ending the game with clumsy laughter and the odd stumble.
The circle broke up little by little: Nobara was dragged by her friends to dance, Gojo disappeared shouting something about "victory shots!", and Choso stayed a while longer chatting with you before excusing himself with a "I'm going to see if Nanami hasn't fallen asleep on some couch."
You were left alone for a moment, with a light head from alcohol and a body asking for fresh air… or a bath, whatever was first.
Following the vague indications that Gojo had given you before ("at the end of the corridor, on the right, don't miss it, there is a 'do not pass' sign that is cool"), you got into the dark corridor that connected the main hall with the back of the house. The music was heard muffled, like a distant heartbeat, and the corridor was lit only by a yellowish light bulb that flickered every few seconds.
It smelled of smoke, beer and something sweet that you identified too well.
And then you saw him: a pink mane standing out in the twilight, leaning against the wall in the background, a lit cigarette between his fingers.
Yes, it was definitely the last time you were going to listen to Gojo.
Before you could turn around and leave where you had come from, the silhouette turned towards you. The smoke came out slowly from his half-consumed cigarette, rising in lazy spirals under the dim light. When you realized, his crimson eyes were already fixed on yours. There was no surprise on his face, just that fixed, heavy look, as if he had been waiting for you.
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