frat! sukuna headcanons . . . pt. 2 # part one
straying further and further away from just him with these, but frat au is my fav and I love the kuna family.
frat!sukuna who works a seasonal summer job at a music store with and geto, his friend who’s in a band with some kids who formed it as a joke at first but then actually sort of digged it.
sukuna likes music just as much as the next person, but he mainly works it since he knows geto, and his little teenage brother choso’s been getting into playing electric guitar, so working at a music store gets him some discounts and free repairs.
frat!sukuna whose little brothers always ask him to draw fake tattoos on them because, even though they won’t admit it out loud — especially choso — they look up to sukuna and place him on a pedestal. he’s their “cool, badass college kid” brother who always seems like he’s pissed off all the time, but really he’s a secret softie once you get past his unnervingly thick skin and even thicker skull.
frat!sukuna who stands in front of the mirror more often than not and places dots on his face with eyeliner to map out his next piercing. if he can’t find his or choso’s, he’ll resort to slumming on the couch and playing around with very bad piercing filters, then getting distracted by all the weird ones he finds, accidentally taking awkward selfies and yuji finding them later in his phone when he’s messing around with it while his brother sleeps.
(sukuna crashes at his grandpa’s house whenever he can because he needs his beauty sleep and a fraternity doesn’t really stay quiet around his bedtime).
frat!sukuna who is very much a scent person. he has an array of colognes, always smells testers and candles when he’s out, has air fresheners all over his room — on shelves, on his desk, on his dresser, in his bathroom, plugged in his wall. he does not like it when the house or his friends smell bad (which is very often).
frat!sukuna who, despite it all, really likes those lazy saturday afternoons the day after a huge party, his friends are all tired in the living room, just laughing and drinking together, remembering the crazy shit they all did, clowning on gojo for some lame shit he for sure did even though he denies it (there’s video evidence).
frat!sukuna who, even though he’s all about staying active, more often than not has a caffeinated soft drink and ibuprofen for breakfast. usually after an especially crazy-good party at the frat, but that also usually happens all the time.
frat!sukuna who’s sort of the “clean freak” of the main group — including nanami, of course.
during parties, if he’s sober enough to think about it, he’s cringing at the drink spills and chip crumbs buried in the carpet he’s going to have to clean about ten hours later, because if him or nanami don’t do it- trust. that is not getting clean until it quite literary becomes another life form.
frat!sukuna who is often referenced as the “mom” of the frat guys because of his constant natural nit picking. being the eldest is not for the weak — especially if the age gap is over five years. only the strongest survive.
“hahah- wha- hey!” gojo scrambles is arms to reach back for the bucket of popcorn he was holding, lazing back on the couch, remote in hand, not a care in the world. “I was eating that.”
“pick one,” sukuna deadpanned, softly pointing to… well, all of gojo and then to the coffee table in front of him.
“wh- huh? bro, just fucking give it to me, make your own-”
“if you eat on the couch, then you can’t have your feet on the coffee table. if you have your feet on the coffee table, then you can’t eat on the couch. pick one.”
there was a brief moment of silence as gojo’s eyes darted in between sukuna and the bucket which was towering over him.
“UUGHHH, fine, mom!” gojo slumped his feet down from the glass surface, his lopsided baseball cap barely falling down over his eyes, lips pouting and body melting down into a poor posture.
sukuna placed the popcorn bucket onto his lap. “see? that wasn’t so hard.”
gojo scrunched his face while he quietly mocked his words behind his friend’s back, dipping his hand into the bucket and turning the TV back on.
“fucking animals,” sukuna sighed as he went to the kitchen to further clean gojo’s mess since he can’t seem to do much for himself but overcomplicate.
frat!sukuna who genuinely hates when his guys are checking out some girls and end up waving them over or pawning one off to him because she was interested.
“hey- yeah, I’m sure you’re a doll, or whatever, but I’m just not looking for.. this.. right now.”
geto’s eyebrows raise high as he sips his straw, but his eyes stay glued to the phone.
gojo covers the bottom half of his face and looks away as if to cough, but really he’s trying not to laugh.
nanami’s just slowly closing his eyes and wishing he were on vacation. I heard Malaysia’s nice this time of the year…
toji? well, he’s the worst of the group, so no surprise that he chuckles not so quietly to himself while eating away at the rest of his sandwich geto bought for him because no: toji never has any money. nor job for that matter.
frat!sukuna who has to put up with random babysitting at the frat because apparently earlier his grandpa just dropped them off at the campus and gojo happened to see them and invited them over.
“ohmyg- are you serious?” sukuna lets out an irritated sigh as he massages the bridge of his nose, speaking to his grandpa on the phone.
“it’s just for the day, I had an appointment.”
he laughs softly, almost delirious. “hah- yeah, so you couldn’t have told me- what, when you made the appointment? no, you couldn’t have done that?”
“you were busy with orientation stuff.”
he pauses for a moment, collecting himself and the anger sitting right in the back of his throat, simmering to the tip of his tongue. “you made the appointment five fucking months ago?! and you STILL couldn’t have told me?!”
it was a bit difficult to hear sukuna’s mini temper tantrum over gojo and yuji have a sugar rush and bouncing off the walls in the living room, especially while choso was too locked into playing whatever game gojo had left on the console.
frat!sukuna who’s tasked with brining the drinks for sunday’s “super epic, amazing, never seen before” party according to gojo. cursing under his breath because he always gives him the most expensive task, he grabs and harshly shoves grouped cans into the cart, looking like a raging alcoholic bright and early at one in the afternoon.
frat!sukuna who — while, yes, he’s not much of a social butterfly —, given a decent amount of good drinks, he gets possessed by the frat gods themselves.
arm wrestles? he’s got that.
most shots in a minute? he’s got that.
most ripped? flex-off? he’s got that.
jumping in the pool fully clothed? yup.
waking up, feeling like shit, regretting everything he can’t remember but knows was extremely embarrassing?
frat!sukuna who shows up to his art elective with nasty eye bags, an alcohol stench that double washing and dousing of cologne didn’t fix, and disheveled hair like he hasn’t slept in literal months.
just burnt out and embarrassed on a monday morning.
just looking and stinking like shit.
“fuuuck, you look like shit,” toji laughed his broke ass off while happily eating breakfast he did not pay for, seated beside him because he for some reason signed for this class even though he swears he doesn’t remember doing that. first time he even showed in months.
sukuna gave him a short hum, telling him to shut the fuck up while he rested his face on his palm, just gazing to the front of the class while waiting for everyone to arrive.
to which it does, but not before you walk in.
striding in like nobody’s business and taking the empty seat a few rows in front of him.
maybe it was the lack of sleep or the feeling of impending doom the seventy two shots of vodka are giving him, but he was stuck on staring at you.
the way you walked in, the way you sat down, the way your clothes fit, the way you did not look like a heaping pile of shit, the way your hair rested, the way your jeans slowly tightened when you sat.
“yeahhh, sorry man, but you can’t get some when you look like that- just give up.”
both irritated and tired, sukuna sighed. “dude… just shut up… for fuck’s sake…”
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