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“Hey, watch it-“
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“Hey, watch it-“
SUKUNA X READER
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Two Faces, One bad boy prt 5.
The rain had cleared by morning, leaving behind a clean, golden warmth that filtered through the Sukuna estate’s glass windows. For once, the mansion was quiet. The stench of cigars, alcohol, and perfume from last night’s party was faint—his parents were, miraculously, sober.
Sukuna entered the dining hall, hair slightly damp from a shower, dressed in a loose black shirt and sweatpants. He didn’t expect to see them—especially not like this. His mother and father were sitting together at the end of the long mahogany table, their robes soft and fluffy like they owned the world.
“Good morning, son.”
His father greeted, a rare warmth in his gravelly voice.
“Surprised you’re awake.”
His mother added with a sly smirk, sipping her coffee.
“Didn’t peg you as the type to have breakfast with us anymore.”
Sukuna didn’t answer, just slumped into his seat like a panther dropping onto its perch. He casually reached for the bowl of rice and began eating in silence.
His parents exchanged a glance—the kind of glance that said *we’re about to mess with him.
“So...”
His father started, leaning back with his coffee in hand.
“I heard a little rumor floating around… about you having a girlfriend.”
Sukuna froze. A grain of rice got stuck in his throat, and he coughed hard, pounding his fist against his chest.
“The hell are you talking about?”
He rasped, glaring at them.
His mother’s smirk widened like a cat who’d found a juicy mouse.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. One of our guys saw you with a girl. And not just any girl. Apparently, you’ve been seen with her most a lot and…softening around her.”
“Softening?”
Sukuna echoed, his voice filled with disbelief and irritation.
“Yes, dear.”
his mother said sweetly, setting down her cup.
“Finally! I was starting to think you’d die alone with that scowl on your face. This girl must be something special if you’re letting your guard down.”
Sukuna scowled harder, his jaw tightening.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His father chuckled, ignoring his son’s glare.
“Don’t deny it, boy. You’ve always been a stubborn bastard. But even a stubborn bastard falls when the right woman shows up.”
He winked.
“Take it from me.”
His mother nodded, now leaning forward with a devilish glint in her eye.
“You should bring her flowers. Girls love that. Oh, and stop looking so creepy. Be steady, make her feel safe.”
“Safe?”
Sukuna barked out a laugh, but it wasn’t amused—it was sharp and defensive.
“I’m not—t-there’s no girl.”
“Oh?”
His mother’s tone was playful.
“Then why are your men saying you’ve been distracted lately? Smiling for no reason?”
She raised an eyebrow, and Sukuna’s chopsticks paused mid-air then breaks in half feeling betrayed.
“You never smile, Ryo.”
“Maybe I’m just happy beating people up.”
He snapped but his ears burned.
They didn’t push too far, but the teasing didn’t stop either. His father still smiling.
“Look, we’re glad, son. We worry about you, you know? Too closed off, too angry…One day, that’ll get you killed. But if this girl… whoever she is… gives you something worth protecting, that’s good news for all of us.”
Sukuna’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, stabbing into his breakfast. He didn’t want to admit it, but their words clung to him like smoke.
☁️ 🌥️ ☁️
The next day, classes had finally ended, and the warm glow of the late afternoon sun bathed the campus in soft amber light. OC was walking side by side with Toshi, her department classmates waving their goodbyes as they dispersed in groups, laughing and chattering.
“Yo, look at this! ”
Toshi bragged, grinning ear to ear as he scrolled through his phone.
“Cheerleader-chan finally gave me her number. Can you believe it? I’m basically a legend now!”
You rolled your eyes, only half-listening as you hugged her books close.
“Sure, Toshi. I’ll light a candle in your honor.”
They approached the school gate, and that’s when OC noticed the strange hush that fell over the area. A crowd of students—mostly girls—was gathered near the entrance, whispering excitedly, their eyes darting between her and something ahead.
What…? What’s going on?
You mumbled.
Your steps slowed when your eyes landed on the unmistakable figure leaning casually against a sleek, midnight-black Lexus LC500, polished so perfectly it reflected the late sun like a mirror.
And leaning on it, Sukuna.
Of course it was him. He was leaning there like the car was his throne, his tattoos peeking from the collar of his black shirt, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. And in his hand? A massive bouquet of blood-red roses, wrapped neatly in black and gold paper.
His crew was inside the car, waving at you like they were lifelong friends.
“Yo, it’s the princess!”
One of them hollered through the rolled-down window.
The crowd of students was buzzing now, all eyes flicking between Sukuna and OC as if they were witnessing a movie scene.
“Oi, Oujisan”
Sukuna called out with a teasing lilt, using the same nickname your Uncle Ryu always used. His grin widened when he saw her freeze mid-step.
“C’mere. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Toshi’s jaw dropped.
“The hell is this?!”
He turned to OC like she’d been hiding a scandal.
“What are you two on about?!”
Before you could answer, Sukuna stepped forward, holding out the bouquet like he was royalty presenting a gift.
“Relax, puppy. I just came to take your owner home.”
“She’s not—!”
Toshi’s voice cracked like a teenager’s, his face turning bright red. The girls in the crowd squealed, whispering.
“Did he just say take her home?!”
“the Artist departments are sooo lucky!”
You froze under everyone’s gaze. You weren't in the mood to cause a scene—especially with her good girl image hanging by a thread. With a forced, polite smile, she reached out and accepted the bouquet.
“...Thanks.”
She said softly, hoping it would end there.
But Sukuna wasn’t fooled. He snorted, a sharp laugh escaping his nose.
“Cute act, princess. You’re lucky I like fake smiles on you too.”
Before you could even roll your eyes, he moved like a gentleman...well, his version of one. Swinging the passenger seat door open with a mock bow.
“Your carriage, Oujisan.”
“Wait, hold up, We are enot—”
Toshi didn’t get to finish. Sukuna’s crew stepped out from the back and, in perfect sync, hooked their arms around him like he was one of the boys.
“C’mon, puppy,”
One of them said with a grin.
“VIP seats in the back, on the house.”
“Wha—HEY! LET ME GO!—”
Toshi’s protests were muffled as they practically dragged him into the car, his phone still in his hand.
Meanwhile, Sukuna stood there, holding the door open for you, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“You gonna make me look bad in front of my men, princess? Or are you coming?”
The crowd of students screamed like it was the climax of a romance drama.
The sleek Lexus LC500b purred as it left the university gates, the crowd of squealing girls and gossiping students still lingering in the rearview mirror.
You still gripping the enormous bouquet of roses Sukuna had shoved into your arms looked at the side mirror on her right waiting for the right distance before you snapped your gaze to him.
“What the hell is this!?”
She seethed and without warning, you whacked Sukuna with the bouquet, petals scattering across the dashboard like crimson snowflakes.
“Oi, oi, oi! Easy there, princess!”
Sukuna chuckled, steering the car with one hand while shielding his face with the other.
“You’re ruining my damn flowers!”
“Your flowers?!”
You smack him again.
“Who asked for them?! Are you really trying to ruin me?”
Sukuna shrugged.
“Well...I confessed already, didn’t I?”
Sukuna grinned, unbothered, swerving smoothly around traffic as if the bouquet assaults were just part of the ride.
“Just thought I’d spice it up. You like the royal treatment, don’t you, Oujisan?”
You glared at him.
“Stop calling me that.”
From the backseat, Toshi’s head popped up between them like an angry meerkat, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.
“WAIT–WHAT?! When did this confession happen?!"
“Last week,”
Sukuna said lazily, his tattooed fingers drumming the wheel. He threw a wink at you, who was now blushing furiously.
“Princess here nearly melted when I said it”
“I DID NOT!”
Your voice cracked, which only made Sukuna grin wider.
While you tried to hide your pink cheeks with the bouquet, Sukuna tilted his head back, smirking at Toshi through the rearview mirror.
“Oi, puppy,”
He said with a lazy drawl.
“what’s her weak spot? I know you’ve got dirt on her. Spill.”
Toshi crossed his arms, pouting.
“Why should I tell you anything?”
Sukuna’s smirk turned sharp.
“Because you’re too much of a coward to keep secrets.”
Toshi squawked.
“EXCUSE ME?!”
You groaned.
“Don’t listen to him, Toshi—”
But Toshi, still sulking, mumbled.
“Well, she does get really embarrassed every time someone brings up that cringey childhood singing video…”
Your entire soul combusted and whipped around in your seat and started beating him with the bouquet, petals flying everywhere.
“WAIT—WAIT—STOP! I’M SORRY!”
Toshi yelped, shielding his head with his arms.
Sukuna nearly swerved the car from laughing so hard. He had one hand on the wheel and the other clutching his stomach.
“Oh-ho, now that’s priceless. What’d you sing, princess? Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?”
Sukuna’s grin widened, his voice low and dripping with mischief.
“Now I have to find this video. Puppy, send me the link.”
Toshi peeked over OC’s shoulder, still rubbing his head.
“I… don’t have it? That was on her mom’s—”
“TOSHI!!!”
You screamed, whacking him again with the bouquet.
Sukuna snorted, tilting his head toward you with that devilish smile.
“Relax, will you? I like girls with embarrassing secrets. Makes you…real.”
The car was filled with nothing but the low hum of the Lexus engine and the faint rustle of rose petals scattered everywhere from your earlier assault.
You leaned back against the seat, dragging a hand down her face in pure frustration.
“Ughhh… Can we please just—”
“Food?”
Sukuna cut in smoothly, glancing at you with a cocky grin.
“You want food? I know a place.”
Before you could even answer, his crew in the backseat perked up like hungry hyenas.
“YES!”
“Ramen, boss! Let’s go!”
“Hell yeah, let’s eat!”
Sukuna’s smile immediately dropped. He twisted halfway in his seat and snapped,
“Not YOU idiots. I was asking her!”
The boys immediately pouted, muttering in unison.
“Awww…”
like scolded puppies.
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
“I… I just want to go home,”
She muttered, her voice softer now.
“Awww…”
the crew repeated, this time more dramatically, like she just broke their hearts.
“Cut it out.”
Sukuna barked at them, but even his teasing tone was slightly dimmed.
For the first time since he started chasing her like a game, a small crease appeared between Sukuna’s brows. Did I… do something wrong? The thought irritated him, but it stuck anyway.
“Stop here”
You said suddenly, her voice sharper than she intended.
Sukuna blinked.
“What?”
“I said stop the car”
She commanded, reaching for the door handle.
He immediately locked the doors with a click.
“Nope. Not here.”
You turned to him, her patience thinning.
“Sukuna. My parents—”
“What about them?”
He said coolly, leaning back in his seat like he owned the world.
“They cannot see you dropping me off like this. They’ll…”
She hesitated and Toshi awkwardly squeezing in the conversation by clearing his throat.
“Uh…yeah they’re pretty mean when she’s being courted. Like, terrifying mean. Full interrogation.”
Sukuna, just gave a lazy shrug, his tattooed lips curling into a grin.
“Don’t care. I’m not scared of your parents.”
“Well, I am.”
You shot back, reaching across him to press the unlock button on his side.
Sukuna’s breath brushed against your ear as he leaned slightly towards you.
“You’re really gonna crawl over me just to run away, princess?”
“YES.”
She jabbed the button with more force than necessary. The lock disengaged.
Sukuna smirked but didn’t stop her as she shoved the door open. Toshi, who’d been trying to quietly escape in the back, muttered
“Oh thank the ancestors—”
and started to push the door open.
But just as you step foot touched the pavement, a sharp honk cut through the air.
BEEP! BEEP!
Your entire body froze.
A sleek, black luxury Rolls Royce rolled to a stop behind Sukuna’s Lexus. The tinted window slid down, revealing her father’s stern eyes and her mother’s sharp gaze from the passenger side.
“Nitori, Y/N!”
Her mother’s voice rang out, crisp and cutting.
“What on EARTH are you riding?! Who's car is that?!”
It was less of a question and more of a demand.
Your throat went dry. You could feel Sukuna leaning lazily against the open car door, completely unbothered, while Toshi looked like he’d just witnessed the beginning of the apocalypse.
☁️☁️☁️
The tension in the living room was thick enough to choke on. You sat rigid on the couch, shoulders tense, eyes glued to the polished floor. You felt like a criminal on trial.
Toshi was fidgeting beside you, looking like a terrified chihuahua while Sukunabof all people was standing tall, exuding confidence that didn’t seem to falter under the sharp gaze of you parents.
His crew sat off to the side, unusually quiet, their usual cocky grins wiped clean. They knew better than to talk in front of this kind of authority.
“So tell me, which one of you...”
You mother asked coldly, her voice like a blade dipped in ice.
“is my daughter’s…boyfriend?”
The room went dead silent.
Your head jerked up, mouth ready to deny everything.
Toshi’s eyes widened and the crew glanced around like who’s going to die first?
And then, without hesitation, Sukuna raised his hand. Not only did he raise his hand, but he stood up, straightened his back, and gave a deep, respectful bow.
“I am.”
He said with a smoothness that made his crew’s jaws drop. There was a collective gasp.
Toshi whispered.
"What the hell..."
One of Sukuna’s guys muttered.
“Is that really our boss?”
Even you, who was still processing the “boyfriend” claim, blinked at him in disbelief.
Her father narrowed his eyes.
“You?”
He said sharply, scanning Sukuna from head to toe, his gaze lingering on every tattoo that peeked from under his sleeves.
“And what exactly do you do with your life, young man?”
Sukuna’s answer was calm and precise.
“I’m a student.”
He said, voice respectful yet steady.
“I help my father with his business when needed, but I keep my priorities straight. I’m not here to waste her time—or mine.”
Your eyes widened slightly. What kind of act is this?
He wasn’t even trying to sugarcoat his words, yet there was something undeniably confident in his tone.
Your father leaned forward, eyes narrowed like a hawk.
“And why should we trust someone like you with our daughter?”
“Because I respect her,”
Sukuna answered simply. His voice had no edge, no sarcasm. Just quiet certainty. You on the other hand couldn't the respect part since he always invaded your other life.
“More than anyone else ever has.”
But the sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten. Everything was almost going surprisingly well. Your father running out of words to ask…until.
“Your full name, son?”
Sukuna tilted his chin slightly higher, as if daring them to judge him, and said clearly
“Ryomen Sukuna.”
The room froze. Your parents’ expressions instantly shifted from wary to outright disapproving. Your mother’s lips pressed into a thin line, and her father’s eyes darkened with recognition.
“You’re a Sukuna..”
Your father said with a tone that carried both disdain and warning. It was like he too knew some stories about him.
Your mother’s voice then cuts the conversation like a sharp as broken glass.
“So, tell me, Mr. Sukuna.”
She said, her tone dripping with judgment.
“What exactly are your intentions with our daughter?”
“Intentions?”
Sukuna repeated calmly, almost with a hint of a smirk. He tilted his head, his tattooed jawline catching the light.
“To keep her safe. To respect her. To see her happy. Nothing less.”
His crew exchanged subtle glances—this was not the Sukuna they knew.
Your mother, arms crossed, leaned forward.
“Respect her? And how do you think someone like you with your… background—can offer her anything worth respecting?”
Your breath caught. The way her mother said someone like you made your skin crawl.
Sukuna’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t lose his cool.
“I might not be what you expected.”
He said evenly.
“But I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. Everything I do for her is real.”
Silent. Your parents were silent and couldn't fathom what to feel with their daugther engaging with a gang member.
So your mother’s gaze instead snapped to you like a whip and hissed.
“Is this the kind of boy you waste your time with? You look at him and think this is what you deserve? Are you even focusing on your studies? Or are you out there being reckless—embarrassing this family?”
Your lips trembled. All you can do is swallow every word that you couldn't speak. You didn't know where to even begin because it all started in that stupid bar.
“You can’t even answer me.”
Her mother pressed, voice growing colder.
“Look at you! Sitting there with your head down, bringing home men like this—tattoos, gangs, trouble written all over him—and you’re proud of this?”
Your father shook his head, the disappointment etched deep into his face.
“We raised you better than this, Y/N.”
Yours heart sank deeper, each word like a hammer to her chest. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her mind screaming—but her voice wouldn’t come out.
“M-Mrs. Nitori,”
Toshi stammered, raising his hand like a student trying to defend his seatmate.
“I think you’re misunderstanding. It’s not like—”
Her mother’s gaze sliced through him like ice.
“Quiet.”
She snapped.
“You’ve been with her all this time. You should have known better. Are you not ashamed, young man?”
“Wha—ashamed of what?!”
Toshi exclaimed, his voice cracking like he was both outraged and pleading. He shot a desperate glance at you, but you still couldn’t bring herself to look up.
“I believe this is enough.”
Sukuna’s voice cut through the room, low and firm.
Everyone turned to look at him surprised that he could summon his authority any time he wanted.
“She’s done nothing wrong.”
He said, his tone losing its earlier politeness.
“You keep talking like she’s some kind of criminal just for being seen with me. But maybe you should take a second to realize she’s the strongest person in this room.”
Your head jerked up, stunned.
“She’s smart. She’s got guts. More than most people I’ve met. You think I’d waste my time on someone who wasn’t worth it?”
His words weren’t loud, but the conviction in his voice filled the room.
Her mother’s brows furrowed, clearly taken aback.
“You dare—Ryu!”
Her mother suddenly called, snapping her fingers toward the hallway.
“Get them out. Now.”
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed as two house guards entered the living room.
You froze, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. You couldn’t even protest, your voice lost somewhere in her chest as if it had been strangled by shame.
Your father gave you one last look. Disappointed, resigned and shook his head slowly.
“I hope you realize what you’re doing to yourself.”
He said softly before standing.
You sat there, eyes locked on the floor, unable to speak. The weight of their judgment pressed on her chest like a boulder. She had never felt so pitiful. Small.
Sukuna didn’t miss it. His sharp eyes softened just slightly as he glanced at her, watching the way her hands trembled against her skirt.
“Come on.”
One of the guards said, gesturing toward the door.
Sukuna didn’t move immediately. He stared down her parents with an unreadable expression before he finally stood, his crew following like shadows.
Toshi shuffled after them, muttering under his breath,
“I didn’t even do anything…”
The heavy silence in the mansion was unbearable. You climbed the stairs to her room with your mother’s scolding and your father’s disappointed look burned into your skin. But it was your father’s last words that clung to her like barbed wire.
“I hope you realize what you’re doing to yourself.”
You didn’t answer then, couldn’t even muster the courage to defend yourself. But once the door closed behind her, the weight crushed her chest.
You sank to your knees on the pristine carpet, the bouquet from Sukuna still clutched in her trembling hands. Your vision blurred as hot tears welled up, falling onto the velvet petals.
Your breath hitched. Once, twice—before you pressed your forehead against the flowers like they could anchor you.
“Why do they always… look at me like I’m… wrong?”
You whispered to no one. Your parents coldness, their constant judgment, their refusal to see her—it all piled up until it cracked the perfect girl mask she always wore.
For what felt like an hour, you cried silently, body curling inward like you wanted to disappear. Thr house was suffocating you.
☁️🌙☁️
Across the city, Sukuna sat in his room with his phone pressed against his thigh, pacing like a caged animal.
He hated this. Hated how much her parents words bothered him.
“Who the fuck talks to their kid like that?”
He muttered, running a hand down his face. His jaw tightened.
The way you had looked silent, crushed, eyes on the floor was burned into his mind like a scar. It made something hot and bitter crawl under his skin.
He grabbed his phone and called her. Once. Twice. He felt guilty. He kept pushing you not knowing this would be the outcome.
No answer.
“Answer the damn phone, princess...”
He growled under his breath. By the fifth call, he threw the phone onto his bed, frustrated.
Then his gaze shifted to the telescope standing near the window. Sukuna pressed his eye to the lens, adjusting it until the familiar shape of her mansion came into focus. The gates were locked. The lights in her room were off.
“it's impossible you'd be sleeping already?”
He murmured, though something didn’t sit right. Just as he was about to turn away, movement caught his eye.
Your balcony door creaked open. You stepped out, hair tucked under the hood of your grey hoodie.
Sukuna smirked and watched as you crossed the railings of your balcony, grab on to the bricks and use the window metals to guide you down like you have done it a thousand times. You scaled down the wall with surprising grace, landing softly out of your mansions walls.
“Well, well,”
Sukuna muttered, leaning back with a low chuckle.
“Guess I’m not the only one who hates being caged.”
He watched as she left her house.
For a second, he considered letting her go wherever she planned to. But curiosity and something deeper ignited in his chest.
“Shit,”
He muttered, already pulling on his jacket.
“Guess I’m going for a walk.”
He grabbed his phone, keys, and left his room with purposeful steps.
☁️☁️☁️
The night was thick with mist as Sukuna trailed behind you. He wasn’t sure if you even wanted to see him after the disaster at your house. He does partially blames himself for it and wasn’t sure if he wanted to face her after witnessing the way her parents had broken her down.
His long strides kept him a block behind her, the hood of his black hoodie pulled up to shadow his face. Every so often, you would stop and glance behind you as if sensing someone’s presence and Sukuna would fade into an alley or behind a lamp post.
"What the hell am I even doing?"
He thought, his jaw tight. He hated this. He hated hiding. He was more of a you saw me so what kind of guy but with you he was more conscious. It was annoying him.
But then fate, as always, twisted violently. Just as the dark streets aren't safe...Sukuna felt it first—a sharp tug on his jacket.
“The hell—”
He spun, eyes narrowing as a man in a leather jacket smirked at him like he had a death wish.
“This it our turf- OH. Look who it is.”
The man sneered.
“The tattooed freak who jumped our boys at the nightclub.”
Before Sukuna could reply, he heard you scream across the street. His head snapped around just in time to see a guy yanking a black bag over your head.
“I got his friend too!”
One of them yelled, their laughter slicing through Sukuna’s veins like knives. Something inside him snapped.
He raised both of his arms up his body sliding off the hoodie lunged. The first guy who grabbed him didn’t even have time to scream before Sukuna’s fist broke his jaw with a sickening crunch.
He moved like a shadow, low and fast, rage sharpening his movements into something brutal and efficient.
But there were too many.
Five, maybe six—he lost count.
They came at him with pipes, knives, chains. He welcomed it.
One knife grazed his forearm. He didn’t flinch. Another swing of a chain clipped his ribs. He barely blinked. All Sukuna saw was you struggling, kicking against her captors and that vision kept him moving.
One by one, they fell—broken noses, shattered ribs, blood pooling under them.
He reached you just on time able to untie the bag on your head.
“Hold still, princess,”
"Sukuna?"
He muttered, trying to untie it with his bloodied hand but a sudden pain tore through him.
“Ghh—!”
Sukuna’s body stiffened, eyes flashing down to see the tip of a blade buried into his hip.
“Bastard....”
One of the men hissed, twisting the knife and just as the man tries to push it further you were able to come at Sukuna's aid bagging the man's head and pulling him back.
Sukuna scoffs seeing your bravery and in one motion, he ripped the blade out of his own body, spun it in his hand and drove it straight into the man’s neck.
The gurgling sound of his last breath filled the alley as the man crumpled, lifeless.
“Hospital—”
You stammered, shoveling your hands type on your phone but he shook his head violently.
“No hospitals. Bad for business.”
He winced as he pressed a hand to his hip. Your eyebrows furrowed not understanding what he meant on business.
“We don’t leave a trail.”
Before she could argue, Sukuna grabbed his phone with bloodied fingers, speed-dialing.
“Kenta. Pick us up. Now.”
Within twenty minutes, a sleek black car slid into the alley, Kenta and another crew member hauling Sukuna and you inside.
By the time they reached Sukuna’s mansion, the scene was unbearable. Seeing the doctor inserting the needle on Sukuna's wound without anesthesia got your face squirming and absentmindedly held into his hand like you were the one being sewed.
Sukuna was surprised by the sudden warmth in his hand. He turned his head towards you silently watched your disgusted look, he was amused. Your facial expressions were lessening his pain and without him noticing...his thumb starts rubbing on top of your hand to comfort you.
Kent couldn't help but make a surprised expression but quickly fixed his face before Sukuna could see it.
“Oh my god, Sukuna!”
His mother cried, His parents were burdted at the doorstill in their silk robes, looking like royalty even at midnight. The sound of the door slamming got you pulling away from his hold and distanced yourself for his parents to come to him.
“Look at you! My son, bleeding!”
“Don’t overreact—”
Sukuna gritted his teeth as a servant tried to guide him toward the clinical wing.
His father, however, clapped him on the shoulder with a wide grin.
“That’s my boy! Took them all out, didn’t you?”
“Dad—shut up,”
Sukuna muttered between his gritted teeth.
You stood frozen near the doorway lowkey amused by how his parents were acting. Somehow you felt jealous and wished your parents showed this much emotions to you.
“Ah~ and who is this young lady?”
His mother asked suddenly, eyes lighting up when they landed on you. You quickly fixed your posture and bowed.
“Is this her? The girlfriend?”
You blinked, stunned.
“O-Oh I'm not—”
“Look at her, she’s beautiful!”
His mother sang, clapping her hands.
“No wonder my son is fighting so hard these days!”
“Mom. Shut. Up.”
Sukuna growled, his ears burning red.
“Don’t be shy,”
the woman laughed lightly, stepping closer.
“I’ve never seen Sukuna bring a girl home, much less get hurt protecting one. It’s quite romantic, isn’t it?”
His father leaned in from behind, his booming voice carrying across the room.
“She’s a good one, isn’t she, Sukuna? Look at that face—she’s not even afraid of you. Marry her before someone else does!”
“Dad, I swear to God—”
You gave a strained smile, bowing slightly in respect.
“Um…I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”
“No misunderstanding,”
Sukuna's mother cut in, her tone gentle but firm.
"We saw the way you looked at each other at the door. Don’t be shy, dear. It’s rare for him to find someone who tames his wildness.”
You glanced at Sukuna, who was glaring daggers at his parents, his face flushed with frustration.
“Ma, we maybe forgetting the basics here.”
His father said suddenly, leaning his weight on the back of a chair and fixing his sharp gaze on you.
“where are you from? What do your parents do? You look like you come from money—am I right?”
You froze, her throat tightening.
“Um… well, I—”
“Do you love our son?”
Sukuna’s mother interrupted with a teasing smirk, her tone so sweet it made your brain short-circuit.
“Ma, that's an awful quesyion. You can tell by the way she’s looking at him.”
Sukuna having enough of the noise slammed his fists on the table. The room fell silent. Even the medic stitching his wound froze mid-motion. Sukuna’s red eyes darted between his parents, sharp and irritated.
“You’re embarrassing her. And me. Stop it.”
Both of his parents blinked, tilting their head with mock innocence. The teasing shifted suddenly. Sukuna’s parents turned to her with a new line of questioning.
“Does your family know about him?”
His mother asked, her smile suddenly less warm, more probing.
“Would they approve of someone like Sukuna?”
His father added with a hint of challenge in his tone.
Your lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind spun—Would they approve? No. They wouldn’t. Not with his tattoos. Not with his name.
The expression on your face. That helpless look, Sukuna was slowly seeing it again and it made him furious.
“Enough of this shit.”
Sukuna muttered. The doctor wasnt fully done cutting his stitch but h moves away. His voice low and seething. He reached for your wrist and gently but firmly, pulled her toward the door.
“Wait—Sukuna—”
She whispered, glancing nervously at his parents.
But his parents simply raised their eyebrows, feigning calm composure as their son stormed off. As soon as the heavy doors closed behind them, Sukuna’s mother squealed, clutching her husband’s arm.
“Oh my god, she’s perfect! Did you see how she looked at him?”
“Mm,”
His father smirked, sipping his drink.
“If that girl can handle our son, I’ll be a grandfather in no time.”
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End.
As you can see Adrien is a “mauvais garçon”! (●♡∀♡) Credits: Fandom: Miraculous Adrinette Au Title: Personal Assistant Ms. Dupain-Cheng Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/208923797-personal-assistant-ms-dupain-cheng Written by Randomtothecore on Wattpad :
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Summary:
Adrien Agreste, soon to be the CEO of the Gabriel brand, wants to get rid of responsibilities. Gabriel has assigned him a good post at the workplace so that he learns a thing or two about business, but Adrien and his rebellious mind want nothing but to procrastinate; just to taunt his father.
Seeing his son's lack of interest in... almost everything, Gabriel, knowing that Adrien hates being monitored or looked after, assigns him a personal assistant to make sure he gets back in line with life. As a punishment.
A very sweet punishment named Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
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Adrien Agreste is a Bad Boy. Well, he's pretty sure he is and that's exactly what he wants to reflect. Until a certain bold (but rather oblivious) bluenette enters his life, turning it upside down. How is he supposed to keep up the act of cool when his assistant just wouldn't stop being so darn... herself?! And why does Adrien feel like there's more to her life than she lets on? He's curious about her, all the while trying his best to hide his own secrets.
He's in one heck of a mess, isn't he?
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Illustrated by me: I decided to illustrate one of my favorite moments of this story! (=ↀωↀ=)
If any of you like Badboy Adrien Fanfiction I highly recommend this one! (๑♡⌓♡๑)
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Day 2: Bad-boy AU
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