| fratjo has a crush on shoko's new shy roommate, she's never had a boyfriend or a requited love, cuteness, fratjo is a yearner
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satoru gojo was in awe, eyes wide, mouth agape. it was, for once, not moving.
when shoko first introduced you to her two best friends, she had previously heeded them of your shy, nerdy personality, threatening them to be normal to you.
she was mostly worried about the white-haired boy.
gojo was a known flirt, womanizer, manwhore. he'd had his fair share of encounters with only the most gorgeous girls on campus. mostly sorority ones or mutual friends of shoko's.
geto was the same way, but did it quietly, pursuing girls much more mindfully.
she made it clear that you were different, though. you were off limits, that you were someone very special to her.
childhood friends, you and her. she kept in close contact with you since you moved away back in high school, and considered you a true friend.
ecstatic to hear you were transferring to her university, shoko didn't need geto and gojo, despite being her best friends, instinctual hoe-like tendencies scaring you off.
but gojo was speechless after seeing your beautiful face when you walked through the door of his dorm room.
it was different than anything he'd felt before. sure, he had small crushes in high school and in college he ran wild.
every weekend he'd flash his signature smirk, whisper a few slutty things in a girl's ear, and get his dick wet.
it was easy like that.
but he never felt like this before, completely captivated.
it wasn't just your physical beauty that struck him. it was the shy smile you wore on your face, the quiet greeting and head nod you offered him.
"hi," was all he could manage to get out.
from then on, you were all gojo could think about. whether it was in class, at practice, hanging with geto, at his damn frat parties.
his mind kept wandering to your pretty face, how much he wanted to talk to you. to tell you how he felt.
he found himself slowing down on the girls on the weekends. at parties, he felt distracted, often wishing you were there.
he would ask shoko if you'd ever come to a frat party of theirs with hopeful, pleading eyes. she would always dismiss it, reminding them that parties "weren't your speed".
it only made him want you more, imagining you in your cute pajamas doing something nerdy in bed on a friday night. reading, maybe.
it got to the point where he completely stopped hooking up with anyone, merely showing up to the parties to show support for his fraternity, or some bullshit.
the times he really got to see you were slim to none. you liked gojo and geto. when you first met them, you found them quite cute.
the guys at your old university were lousy compared to them, and it excited you.
at meals, sometimes gojo and geto would join you and shoko in the dining hall, taking a break from the food at their frat.
gojo practically jumped at any opportunity to eat with you, begging geto to ask shoko any time your schedules all aligned.
he would change around you, often letting his cocky, fuckboy attitude rest. he'd ask you about how you were adjusting, if you liked it so far.
you would nod your head with a soft smile, and his heart felt like it was bursting at the seams.
things changed, though, when he stumbled upon you at the college library. so typical of you, he thought.
your textbooks were sprawled on the rectangular desk, glasses on and hair tied up with a giant claw clip. your nose buried in your notebook, writing notes with your earphones in.
so cute.
he strode up to you, tapping your shoulder lightly. this was his opportunity, a chance to talk to you one on one without shoko staring daggers into him.
"hey, there," he would say, smiling.
you took out your earbud, eyebrows raised, lips parting delicately.
he took your warm greeting as an invitation to sit down at your table, asking you how your studying was going.
he was thanking his stupid literature professor for making him borrow the physical copy of the book for annotations, otherwise he wouldn't be caught dead there.
you shared what you were up to, how interesting your current unit in philosophy was and how hard you were studying for the next doozy of a calc test you had coming up.
it was the most you'd talked to him up till then, and to say he was happy was an understatement.
he figured that these academic interests of yours were what made you passionate, invigorated you to speak without hesitation.
loving your newfound openness, he continued asking you questions about what you'd been learning, how it compared to the way your professors taught at your old university, if you preferred this subject over that one.
any possible question that popped into his mind, he asked. just so he could continue to hear you talk.
your voice was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard before, and he wanted it to last forever.
it was what he, shamefully, palmed himself to the thought of every night. a hand would snake under his grey sweats, imagining your sweet voice whispering pleas from underneath him.
finally, realizing how long you'd been talking, you shyly tucked a hair behind your eye and adjusted your glasses, apologizing for rambling on and on.
he shook his head vigorously, insisting he was interested.
this routine continued.
he'd come to the library everyday around that time to come and see you, ask about your studies and day, even bringing cute drinks and snacks he saw you post on your instagram stories.
you found it all really nice. he was a great listener, just coming each day, pulling up a chair, and asking you really quality questions about your work.
movies, tv shows, animes, comic books he saw you repost about on your tiktok account he'd non-chalantly drop into conversation, and you'd light up immediately.
your eyes widened, and you launched into talking about your favorite characters, plot lines you hated, and cool things the directors or authors did intentionally he might have missed.
mentally, he'd fist bump himself for doing his research on you, along with all your favorite things.
he'd cut in at times, adding his two sense into a particular opinion you held on a character or story-line, and you'd smile brightly, surprised he was into the same media as you were.
it got to the point where his frat brothers were worried about him, wondering why on earth he had stopped his generational run he had with the sorority girls.
gojo seemed distracted, not really seeming fulfilled by all the partying and drinking.
even geto, his best friend, was confused as to why he had been acting this way.
he'd simply shrug, saying he didn't feel like it, jokingly saying that maybe he just grew up.
but it wasn't far off.
each visit he made to the library made your heart grow fonder of satoru gojo. you expected him, at a certain point, and without fail, he'd be there.
but you reminded yourself of the type of guy he was.
when weekend plans would get brought up, on the rare occasion you two talked about something like that, he'd mention a party of some sort.
you knew those parties happened each weekend, shoko practically came back drunk out of her mind from them, time and time again.
it just wasn't your scene. not that you thought that made you better than anyone, but it just wasn't.
even in high school, you were never very popular, keeping to yourself. shoko was one of your only friends in middle school, and it didn't get easier when you moved.
big events, like prom and formals, you often skipped out on because of the pressure you felt of having no date. it felt embarrassing to go without one, so you just didn't.
guys were another foreign area in your life.
you didn't have any guy friends, up until that point. in high school, you had your fair share of crushes.
none of which you talked to or had even the semblance of a chance with. it made you feel weird, never having even gotten to first base with anyone in your sophomore year of college.
gojo wasn't like you. he was a shining star, everyone loved him.
you weren't stupid. shoko told you, jokingly of course, that her two best friends were whores, popular amongst the female population.
you saw it in the way they got approached by beautiful girl "friends" in the dining halls or when they'd occasionally walk from class to class all together.
shoko would roll her eyes to the very back of her head.
the point was, you knew there wasn't a chance with him, no matter how friendly he came off to you each day. it was useless having a crush on him.
but you were stupid like that, biting off more than you could chew. that's how you got your feelings hurt, most times.
you were still smart enough to agree to go on a date with a guy you thought fit you will.
he was in your computer science class. he wasn't as handsome as gojo, nor did you have even half as good conversation with him, you thought.
but he was kind, quieter, did well in class.
he wasn't the type to party, and you overheard he'd never had a girlfriend before. it was a perfect match.
shoko urged you to say yes, happy that you'd finally get some.
she was so excited she decided to spill the beans to her two best friends at their pre-game before the friday night frat party.
when gojo heard you were going on a date with a guy seemingly perfect for you, his heart started racing, seething with jealousy.
shoko, of course, exaggerated him. that he was handsome, just your type, nerdy, incredibly intelligent, quiet, shy, low-key. all the things he wasn't.
that you were finally going to get your freak on, or however she described it, and that you and him probably were at that very moment.
he thickly swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly nauseous.
quickly making up some bullshit lie that he ate some expired yogurt that morning and he was feeling sick, he ushered them out of the room.
as soon as he saw them leave, he raced out the door, not able to think straight.
there was no way in hell he'd let some random let all his efforts go to waste. i mean, it'd been months of intense and miserable yearning for you, as much as he hated that word and found it corny.
it was truly how he was moving.
his legs carried him fast, sprinting to the girl's dormitory. he knew it well, not just from shoko, shamefully.
almost falling on his face from running so fast, he stopped at your door.
he was scared, for once in his life, about a girl. this should be easy, but his mind was racing.
finally mustering up the courage to knock, you opened the door with a very confused expression.
"gojo?", you asked, staring up at him with those adorable eyes.
"don't date him," he was out of breath, chest heaving dramatically. he felt like he had just run a marathon, the adrenaline of seeing you shooting him to a runner's high.
"please. i-", his voice cracked, almost whimpering, "i like you. no- i'm obsessed with you. and i can't stand the thought of you dating someone that's not me. so please-",
you cut him off with an abrupt kiss, lips awkwardly clashing against his, teeth colliding and mouths not quite as fluid as in the movies.
but he didn't care. his brain was short circuiting from the fact that you had just kissed him.
smiling like an idiot, he shut the door behind him, exhaling and crashing his mouth onto yours again.
this time, he was in complete control, starting off fast, then slowing down against your lips, gently kissing you while holding the side of your face tenderly.
he couldn't believe this was happening. he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back.
breathless, you pulled away from him, eyes slightly glassy and face extremely warm and red. you looked away, exhaling loudly like you'd just did some intense exercise.
gojo was looking at you with a soft expression, the side of his mouth turned up.
"i- uh," you'd start, fumbling with a piece of your hair. the two of you were sitting on the edge of your bed.
"that was my first time," you smiled softly.
it was your first kiss.
his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of the sockets, his heartbeat increasing by two times.
he had just taken your first kiss. it was his forever, he was your first.
that made him so happy he could kiss you. again.
wearing a stupidly large grin on his face, he replied, "it won't be the last," pulling you in for another quick kiss.
you smiled into it, not sure of where to put your hands and settling them on his shoulders awkwardly.
"gojo!", you laughed softly.
“satoru,” he whispered near your ear.
you shuddered at the sensation, correcting yourself "satoru. i... didn't know you felt that way. about me,"
"I came to the library. a place i'd never be caught dead in. every day. to see you," he paused between each sentence, "how?",
he sounded genuinely confused, "i don't know. i think i just thought we were too different. that... i guess you were out of my league,"
gojo let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head, "there's no way you actually believe that. you're miles out of my league,"
you let out a breathy laugh, "no, i'm serious. i quit all of it. i haven't... been with a girl since i first saw your face. all i wanted to do was to talk to you,"
your heart could probably burst at that moment, your face growing warm, "that's-",
he cut you off, taking your hand in his, "you're way too good for me. trust me. that's why i didn't- i couldn't tell you how i felt," he started, "but i want you to be mine. for real,"
you smiled that soft, gentle smile, the one he loves, "i want that too,"
"yeah?", he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles delicately, looking down at your hand, "i'll be good for you, i promise. i don't care about any of that other bullshit, i just wanna make you happy,"
"then let's be together then," you said, feeling shy at the confidence of your statement.
"that's all i've ever wanted, baby," he breathed out, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.
it was practically the first thing he noticed about you when you two first met. and you quickly caught on how much he loved them.
he would always beg you to keep them on while you two had sex, sometimes even begging you to let him cum on them.
hell, every time you crawled onto his lap and started kissing along his jaw all he could imagine was how he was going to paint your lenses white with his cum.
you used to always say no, saying that it was too hard to clean afterwards and how you could always smell his cum on your face throughout the day even if he offered to clean them for you.
you only said yes on special occasions. just like today.
you had been tutoring sukuna for his midterm, determined to get him at least above a 70%.
though he wasn’t as determined as you. for some reason he was content with his usual 60%.
so what did you do? motivate him of course!
“sukuna. are you even paying attention?” you whisper yelled at him after being yelled at yourself by the librarian earlier.
sukuna had his head shoved in his hands, groaning in response before mumbling what sounded like a mocking yes underneath his breath.
you let out a sigh, turning your body to full face him.
“c’mon, you have to study. these are your midterms we’re talking about, you can’t afford to fail these, ‘kuna.”
he lifted his head up, still not facing you while his hands fidgeted with your pencil. “i know, but i just don’t get it. there’s no way i’m gonna learn all of this in time.”
you felt your chest tighten.
before you sat the infamous frat boy, ryomen sukuna, confessing to his girlfriend with the saddest puppy look painted on his ink covered face that he didn’t understand physics.
you did the only thing you could do at that moment because what good was having a nerd girlfriend if she couldn’t help out her boyfriend in his academic stump?
you shifted in your seat, scooting closer to sukuna and using one of your hands to tug on his sleeve while the other covered the side of ear to whisper in it.
“i’ll let you cum on my glasses if you pass.”
sukuna whipped his head around so fast he almost hit you. his sad look now replaced with wide eyes and ears as red as a tomato.
before you could say anything else he sprung up out of his chair, startling both you and the other people in the library.
you looked up at him, eyebrows practically shot up to your hairline. “what are you doing?”
“i’m going to check out a physics book.”
the man didn’t even own a physics book.
so it definitely came to your surprise when sukuna texted you a picture of his midterm with a big fat 91% circled in red ink at the top of his paper a week after.
so now here you were, keeping up your end of the deal.
you were both fully bare, sukuna sprawled across the bed, legs spread open for you to kneel in between.
he had just came from his class, skipping the next just so he could finally get the reward he waited a week for.
“fuck, just like that, baby.” sukuna groaned. one hand placed on the back of your head, palm so big he practically covered your entire head, while the other was gripping at the sheets, fighting for his life to not thrust up into your mouth. “good fucking girl. you want me to paint your face that fucking bad?”
you hummed around his cock, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with every bop of your head. the sounds coming out of you sounded horrifically pronagraphic.
sukuna could only laugh, “dirty girl. what would people say if they knew their precious little nerd was over here with her boyfriend’s cock down her throat, practically begging for me to ruin those pretty little glasses?” he reached out to push your glasses back up your face, empathizing his words.
you moaned at his rude comment, keeping your hands on his thighs, droll dripping down your chin and his cock onto the bed. you knew sukuna liked it messy. and sukuna knew you liked it a little humiliating.
pulling off his cock with a loud pop! you started to lick from the base up, gathering up all your saliva only to spit it back into his aching tip only to watch it all dribbled back down.
not only did his cock twitch at that, sukuna fucking whimpered at the action.
you traced the bulging vain on the underside of his cock with your tongue, glasses fogging up while they kept on bumping into him.
“holy shit, fuck, i can feel the cold rims of your fucking glasses all over my dick, baby.” sukuna groaned, crimson eyes locked on yours as you placed a small kiss on his tip, hoping to try and cool it down before enveloping it back in your mouth.
“fucking slut. you know what you do to me— hahh shit.” sukuna groaned, mouth agape as he stared down at you. “i-i can’t take it anymore. ‘m sorry, sweetheart.”
your eyebrows furred in confusion before his other hand shot out, both of them now gripping your head to bob you up and down his leaking cock.
digging your nails into his thighs, you couldn’t help but tear up at the sudden roughness of the thrusts of his hips.
“hah— you’re, fuck, y-you— fuck!”
the man couldn’t even speak anymore.
“yeah, yeah. there’s my good girl, fuck, my sweet little slut wants me to cum all over those cute little glasses of hers, isn’t that right, baby?”
you could only moan around his cock, the vibrations shooting up his spine, cheeks hollowing out around his cock to try and get him to come faster.
“holy shit,” sukuna mumbled, hand tugging on your hair to pull you up.
you twisted your head away, trying to catch your breath. immediately gulping up air before coughing at all the saliva stuck in the back of your throat.
sukuna’s free hand shot out, gripping your chin hard enough to move you back to face his flushed cock.
his hand left your chin only to come down to stroke his cock at a rapid pace. the hand on your head gripped your hair a little harder, forcing you lower and closer to his cock.
“ahh— shit, just stay right there f’me, pretty.”
sukuna came with a loud groan, cum shooting out to cover all over your glasses, some even landing right above them and dripping down onto the bridge of your nose.
hell, he aimed high to hit your glasses that some even ended up getting into your hair, coating the top of your head along with his fingers that were still tightly holding you down.
you could only whine when sukuna rubbed his tip on your lenses, cum getting on both sides before slapping his still hard dick all over your now fogged up and cum covered glasses.
sukuna was breathing heavily, post orgasm now hitting him hard. “s-so fucking pretty f’me.”
then to no one’s surprise, he dipped his tip into some of the cum that happened to land on your cheek, then moving back to wipe it all over on your glasses.
sukuna groaned at the sight before him, tapping his cock on your lips and tilting your head back farther.
“go ahead. clean me up, sweets.”
you huffed before sticking your tongue out to kitten lick along his tip. sukuna laughed at how obedient you were.
grin wide on his face, his moved his hand from your head, tongue coming out to lick his cum off before using his index finger to write on one of your lenses.
a large letter S written in his cum was now sitting so nicely on your fogged up lenses.
“fuck,” was all he said before pulling you off his cock and tugging you up so he could capture your mouth in a rough, messy kiss.
he could never get over the feeling of your cum covered glasses pressing into his face as he licked into your mouth, swallowing your moans.
fuck was he happy he decided to cheat off satoru for this.
fratboy!satoru gojo ; more than friends? [7.6k words!]
summary — ♡ you haven’t spoken to satoru in months. not since the night he broke your trust—your heart. but when a game of “spin the bottle” forces you both into a closet. all the unsaid feelings, silence, grows heavier than ever.
you and satoru hadn’t talked in over a month. why? because he thought it would be a brilliant idea—like always—to invite you to one of his parties and then forget you even existed once you showed up. you shouldn’t be mad, right? you weren’t his girlfriend. you two were just best friends. he could do what he wanted. at least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
but deep down, you knew better. he wasn’t clueless. he knew how you felt about him—he’d been teasing you with it for years. and the worst part? he took advantage of it. he kissed you the night you came back from your overseas internship. lips soft, lingering, full of promises you thought were finally going to mean something. you went to bed that night thinking maybe—just maybe—things between you and satoru were going to change.
so when he begged you to come to that party, you said yes. because no matter how much you tried to deny it, you always said yes to him. the most popular frat boy at jjk university wanted his nerdy best friend by his side—how could you not? and for a while, you thought it would be like every other night. satoru glued to your side, throwing snarky comments your way, protecting you from the drunken chaos like he always did.
but this time…it wasn’t.
by 1am you were exhausted. you had a math test in a couple of hours and were ready to head home, except satoru was supposed to be your ride. you searched for him through the crowd for nearly half an hour, irritation growing with every passing second deciding to go up to suguru to see where he is. “oh,satoru?! he’s in the living room!.” he yelled over the loud music that ranged through your ears shouting back a thank you.
when you did—like a huge brick being thrown into your face, you stood frozen, eyes widened, heart beating rapidly fast, as it sunk to your stomach. he was on the couch with a girl on his lap, practically grinding on him as they made out. you didn’t even give him time to see you before you stormed out of the house deciding to just bus home. luckily bus services were still out this late.
that night, your phone lit up nonstop. his name. text after text. missed calls. you muted him. ignored him. left him on read.
that was the day the silent treatment started.
the same morning went like usual, you had your math test, went to history and lastly art where you had—unluckily shared a class with him. when satoru spotted you he tried his usual teasing. ruffling your hair or even poking at you with a pencil but you weren’t budging.
satoru could tell something was up with you. you weren’t cursing him out or reacting at anything. “hey..did I do something? you left without a word, and left my texts on read.” he tried to play off with a small snicker but when you didn’t say anything he knew he did something to upset you. he did try for a few more days not giving up from your stubbornness, but when it was clear that you didn’t wanna speak to him he decided to leave you alone. stopped texting you, stopped messing with you in class, and even stopped coming to your apartment unannounced.
you guys didn’t talk for almost two months.
almost.
that’s until your friend practically begged you to go to a frat party. saying you’ve been digging your nose into text book and need to let loose. you tried to decline his offer, but after begging and whining you finally gave in. everything was going well, you had a few drinks, your friend was practically hammered after his 5th one, leaning against the counter just laughing at his idiotic actions. you were actually enjoying yourself until your attention was taken away from a bunch of whooping and yelling. you were confused, raising a brow taking a sip of your drink, looking around to see what was happening.
beside you, you could hear little words being exchanged by a few girls. one was fixing her hair as the other was retouching her make up, “do I look okay?.” you tried to listen closely to see if they knew what the commotion was all about, but you instantly figured it out when you seen him. walked in like he owned the place. backwards red cap, with a white shirt that hugged his arms just right with jeans on, carrying that smug smirk like he always did. you scoffed. “of course.” taking another sip feeling the vodka burn your throat as your eyes were glued on him.
he didn’t see you at first, but when he did, his smirk faltered. dark blue eyes now looking your direction, when you both made eye contact you instantly looked away. satoru scoffed clicking his tongue, turning his head walking through the rest of the crowd. you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t say your heart sunk the moment you saw him, feeling a strong pulse through your body…he looked… hot. you bit your lip slightly groaning to yourself, chugging the rest of your drink.
as the night went on the more tension was building up. he was watching you through the entire night interacting with guys who had a nasty smirk on their face. he was getting possessive by the hour. just seeing you laugh at another dudes joke pissed him off, and just his luck he got dragged into a game. spin the bottle. when your friend heard all the commotion about a game, you tried to avoid it, going outside to hide but he practically forced you to join, and just your luck he was there too. you heard a few whispers “who let the nerd join?.”
“well at least she’s cute.” etc etc. you were used to it by now, rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t get over the fact that there was a chance of the bottle landing on him.
so the game begun. each time the bottle spun you secretly hoped it wouldn’t land on satoru, knowing why most girls were even here to play, your heart skipped a beat each time it passed him only for it to go to a different guy. you sighed in relief each time, but tried to not make it obvious hearing the girls groan. by the time it came to his turn you tried to not seem nervous but you were. satoru clicked his tongue spinning the bottle, it was like slow motion. as the bottle spun passing you at least three times it couldn’t have landed on you right? wrong.
it landed straight on you.
you could feel your heart stop, getting numb to the sounds of hollering and whooping as you both stood up. before you even knew it, you were both shoved into a closet. the door slammed, with a muffled yell. “7 minutes starts now!.” your back pressed against the wall, arms crossed as if that alone could protect you. with a shaky breath, you pushed your glasses up, forcing yourself to stay composed even though your pulse was hammering in your ears.
he stood a few feet away, silent. the dim light barely touched his face, but you could still see the way his eyes lingered on you—steady, unblinking, unreadable.
the air between you grew heavier by the second.
you refused to speak first. if you have to sit in silence for the whole 7 minutes. you will. he knows that too. you’re a very stubborn women, and it pisses him off that you were, you felt his gaze linger on you for far too long thinking it’s been 7 minutes already. it was cramped, filled with heated tension. this was torture. you were feeling even more nervous by the way his eyes were lingering on you. it was silent. your heart beating fast, satoru’s soft breaths being heard.
but you refused to break, even as the silence pressed down like a weight on your chest. seven minutes had to be over by now—had to be. but when your eyes flickered toward the clock, his voice finally cut through the stillness, low and deliberate.
“what’s your problem?”
your stomach dropped. he shifted closer, the space between you shrinking in an instant. his hand moved—slow, deliberate—until it hovered just inches away from yours. his face inching closer to yours feeling his breath hit your lips. “why aren’t you speaking’ to me, huh?.”
it felt like the closet had shrunk 10x more being this close with him. being chest to chest, he could practically feel your heart pounding against his. his eyes never left yours and for once in his lifetime he didn’t have that playful smirk. his eyes were dark and serious as he stared into your e/c ones. “look at me.” you pressed your back more onto the wall, refusing. he scoffed, moving his head to be along with your stare, forcing your attention. “so this is how it’s gonna be now huh?…you’re never gonna speak to me again?.” you pressed your lips together, “why do you care.” you muttered.
he clicked his tongue, “why do I care? because you randomly stopped talking to me without explanation.” he leaned more towards your face, stepping closer, but you lifted your chin refusing to back down. “fine. you wanna know why I stopped talking you?.” your voice slightly cracked, feeling your heart sink, but you still stood strong. “because you knew, satoru. you knew I had feelings for you, you knew exactly how I felt about you, you made me feel like I mattered for once, and then—.” you sucked in a breath, fist clenching to your side. “then I find you sucking faces with another person. you left me by myself for two hours, after you practically begged me to come to your stupid party.”
his eyes widened, realization hitting, shaking his head. “that’s not— that’s not what it was—“
“don’t.” your voice was enough to shut him up. he’s never heard you so hurt before.. “don’t lie to me when I seen it for myself.” he hated that he’s the reason you’re so hurt, but could he really be upset with you for having a valid reaction?. “y/n—“
“funny thing is..” you trailed off with a scoff, “I don’t even know why i’m still mad. It’s kind of my fault anyways, thinking a frat boy would be loyal.” hearing that made his breath hitch. “you could have anyone you want, with your cocky attitude, your jokes, looks—“
“and maybe—just maybe that’s the problem.” you let your words sink into him. like a harsh paper cut, he had no words. he didn’t have his lies or excuses to throw your way. he didn’t know what to say. he fucked up. “besides. I bet there’s guys out there who doesn’t see me as a fucking toy.” that’s what caught his attention, his eyebrows furrowed immediately shaking his head. “that’s not true—“
“then why kiss me?. look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me why?.” when he did, he saw so much emotion run through them. anger, hurt, confusion, he opened his mouth to explain but when he couldn’t find the right words— it was silent.
knew it.
you scoffed shaking your head. “you’ll never change will you?” you whispered, letting your voice break. when you heard the door being pulled open, you felt relief wash over you, pushing past him to walk out. he just stood there, arm on the wall of where you stood deep in his thought. he fucked up big time. he didn’t follow you, he didn’t chase you. he deserved this, even if it hurt. his chest felt tight, and for the first time ever gojo satoru didn’t feel untouchable.
he feels like he just lost you.
the music hit you like a wave when you stepped out, blinding lights and sweaty laughter pulling you back into the chaos. you swallowed hard, fighting the sting behind your eyes as you forced yourself to blend into the crowd. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. not here. not now. the many emotions that were flying through your head got interrupted but someone shoving a cup towards you, “drink up!” they slurred, you gave a small thin grin, looking down at it.
grateful for the distraction.
you leaned against the counter, sipping slowly, trying to ignore the weight of his absence behind you. but your chest still burned, still throbbed with every word you had just spilled. you felt blank, numb at the fact. did he even care? did he— “hey, you okay?” said a voice breaking you out of your thoughts, it was deep and smooth. looking up, you turned to see a guy—tall, dark-eyed, a smile that’s a little too charming, leaning next to you. “you look like you could use some company.” you raised a brow, “do I?”
“hell yeah.” he grinned sliding his hand into his pockets, also leaning against the counter next to you. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing at a party like this anyway?” he asked with a raised brow, dark eyes looking at you, you went to answer but before you could respond you felt the air choke up your words. you didn’t have to look to know who it was—because the moment satoru stepped out of that closet, it was like the whole room tilted. his messy hair framed his sharp features, his jaw tight, and his normally lazy eyes were narrowed straight at you.
his gaze dropped to the guy standing too close, the way he leaned in like he had a chance. something ugly and fierce twisted inside satoru’s chest. the other guy noticed it too. his smirk faltered just slightly, but not enough to make him back off. “friend of yours?” he asked you casually. you sipped your drink, eyes flicking from one to the other. “not anymore.”
you didn’t miss the way satoru flinched from your answer, his hands twitched slightly, jaw clenching so tight you it could practically break. “good. then I don’t gotta worry about him.” you snickered at the comment even when your chest was aching, even though you knew damn well you weren’t completely over him. but for once— this one time you want him to feel what you felt that night.
you wanted him to realize what he lost. even if it hurt.
as the night went on, all he could do was stare at the way that guy was making you laugh—touching you. watching as you just let it happen, the instinct to walk over and tell the bastard to fuck off was an urge. something he’s always did when you looked uncomfortable—but this time…this time you looked more confident. was it because you wanted to get him back? If so it was working.
but deep down he knew he didn’t have that right anymore. to be possessive over you like he was before. he sat still, ignoring the way girls tried to claw for his attention, because throughout everyone here, he wanted yours the most. but he fucked that up. his eyes darkened as the guy touched your arm again, leaning close enough to whisper something that made your lips curve. satoru’s chest burned at the sight. he hated that laugh. not because it wasn’t pretty—it was, but because it wasn’t real. he knew your real laugh, the one that bubbled up uncontrollably, the one that made his own chest ache with warmth. and this wasn’t it.
still, he couldn’t look away.
your eyes flickered for a slight second, he caught your eyes, swearing you wanted him to see this happen and maybe that was the truth. you wanted him to feel how you felt, choosing to give your smile to someone else. that soft smile he loves so much, it was aching to see that. to give your soft side to someone else. his fingers twitched at the sight, finally looking away, drowning himself with the rest of his drink. the longer he thought about it, the more he was thinking. he might actually lose you.
and he had no one to blame but himself.
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it had been two weeks since your last interaction with him. two long, brutal weeks of silence that clung to you like a weight. every day felt heavier than the last—two weeks of satoru realizing just how much empty space you’d left in his world, and two weeks of you realizing how deafening that silence was without his constant teasing and laughter. no texts. no calls. not even a dumb meme sent at 3 a.m. when he knew you couldn’t sleep. just silence. dead silence.
and maybe that’s what you wanted—space. but the cruel irony was that even space hurt. your chest ached with it. you told yourself you should be happy, free. but instead, it felt like you were suffocating, like every breath was caught in your throat without his stupid grin to ease it. you huffed, shaking the thought away as you highlighted another line in your history reading. but the truth was, you hadn’t absorbed a single word all week. the library had become your escape, your cage, your punishment. you kept burying yourself in notes and books, but your mind refused to let go.
could you really stay mad at him forever? maybe there was an explanation—maybe he had a reason. the questions never stopped clawing at you, sending your emotions spiraling. if it were any other guy, he’d already be gone from your head, erased without mercy. but this was satoru. he wasn’t like anyone else. you loved him. and that was the cruelest part—because even after what he did, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. you dropped the highlighter and sank back into your chair, heart heavy. the past two weeks had been nothing but him. every routine, every place you touched, bled with reminders of him.
running to the market late at night. coffee from your shared favorite café. the blossom tree you’d always sat beneath when you needed the world to stop. all of it—ruined by memory. you should despise him. you should block his number, erase his name, burn every piece of him from your life. but you couldn’t. because if you did, your heart would shatter even more than it already had. you missed him. and missing him felt worse than the anger. it burned through your chest, hollow and raw—the goofy jokes, the way he smirked when he knew he was annoying you, the way he stepped in when creeps wouldn’t take a hint.
every piece of him still clung to you. you sighed, tracing your finger across your notebook, ears perking at the sound of commotion by the library entrance. just a group of guys, laughing too loud. you looked, lingered too long, then forced your gaze back down. hours blurred by. at nearly 11 p.m., you were running on fumes, but you refused to stop. it was only you and the librarian now—her quiet kindness keeping you there after hours. then—the sound of a cup sliding across your table. you froze. your eyes fell to the coffee, then lifted slowly—your breath catching in your throat. satoru. messy hair covering his eyes, red hoodie, black joggers. hands stuffed into his pockets, but for once no cocky smirk plastered on his face.
just him, raw and unpolished, staring at you. your glare faltered, but you dropped your eyes back to the cup. you said nothing, just lifted it and sipped—hating yourself for how your heart betrayed you, fluttering just because he remembered your order. “are you gonna talk to me now?” his voice was tentative, almost boyish, carrying a weight you hadn’t heard before. “it’s been two weeks, y’know…” you snorted, forcing a grin. “wow. you can count.” his sigh was sharp, frustrated, but he pulled out the chair anyway, sinking across from you. your eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen, though your pulse raced, louder and louder. “are you really going to shut me out? just like that?” his voice cracked at the edges, desperation bleeding through.
“why are you here.” the words came flat, sharp, but your throat was tight. he ran a hand through his messy hair, a nervous habit. “because i can’t stand it anymore. i can’t stand not talking to you. every time i see you, i want to go to you. every day i want to hear your voice. i miss you. and i want to fix this.” your eyes finally lifted—and for the first time, you saw him stripped bare. vulnerable. his voice breaking, his eyes restless, begging without words. it made your chest ache. “you can hate me. you can scream, curse me out, hit me—hell, throw your coffee at me. i’ll take it. i deserve it. just… don’t shut me out.” your throat burned. your hands twitched. you wanted to say “fuck off.” you wanted to tell him to leave you to your pain. but you couldn’t. the silence stretched until you finally whispered, “why?” his whole body stilled.
“why did you kiss me, then toss me aside for someone else?” your voice trembled, quiet, but steady enough to cut him open. “because i was scared.” a bitter laugh slipped from you. “scared of what? of turning me down? of being decent for once?”
“no.” he leaned forward, elbows digging into the table, his eyes locking on yours. they were burning, pleading, breaking. “scared of you.” you froze. “you don’t get it,” his voice was rough, cracking at the edges. “with you, it’s not just fun. it’s not some game, not some stupid hookup i can laugh about later. with you, it feels different. dangerous. like if i let myself want you. really want you—you’d have the power to ruin me.” your lips parted, but no words came. he dragged his hand through his hair again, breath shuddering.
“that night… when she kissed me—i didn’t kiss her back because i wanted her. i didn’t give a damn about her. i let it happen because i panicked. because the closer i got to you, the more i realized how badly i wanted you. and that terrified me. so i did the only thing i knew how to do—i hid. i fucked it up.” his voice cracked, raw and unpolished. “but the truth? i didn’t feel anything with her. nothing. because the only person i wanted that night—the only person i’ve ever wanted like this—was you. and i ruined it. i ruined us, because i was too much of a coward to admit you’re the only one who makes me feel real.”
your throat closed, vision blurring. his words shredded through every wall you’d built, cutting deep where you didn’t want them to. a laugh tore out of you, shaky, bitter. “do you even hear yourself? you kissed her because you were scared of me? because you…what?actually felt something?” he didn’t look away.
your chest caved as you blinked fast, trying to fight the sting in your eyes. “do you know what it was like? standing there at that party, searching for you, waiting for you—only to see you with her? i felt like a fool. like everything was in my head. like i was the only one who thought this meant anything.” your voice cracked, and a tear slipped down before you could stop it. you wiped it away harshly, refusing to let him see. “i should hate you, satoru. i should. you broke me in a way i didn’t think i could even break. i should despise you for it.” your chest heaved, uneven, trembling with the weight of it. “but i can’t. god, i can’t.” the words left you in a whisper, but they slammed between you like thunder.
his hands twitched against the table, aching to touch you, but afraid. his voice was soft, breaking. “i’m sorry.” your eyes shut. a shaky breath left you. your walls cracked, piece by piece, against your will. because no matter how much you wanted to lock him out forever… part of you still ached. part of you still loved him. “i know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered, finally reaching forward. his hand closed around yours. you flinched, but didn’t pull away. “but give me the chance. let me prove myself. please— let me fix this.”
“i… i don’t know. I can’t just…forgive you like that. you broke my trust toru.” your voice was small, uncertain. his grip tightened, desperate, begging. heart pounding against his own chest, his eyes reading for a chance.
“then let me show you. let me prove that i meant every word.”
your lip was bitten, unsure of his word. should you give him that chance? “satoru—“
“please… just let me fix the hurt that I caused you—let me prove that my feelings for you are real.” you closed your eyes taking a deep breath in, you want to believe him. hell, you really did, but you were scared. scared of him backing down on his word, scared what happened that night would repeat again, and he could see it all in your eyes, the hesitation, the sadness you still carried. but even behind that wall, he could still see the small cracks you purposely left open. despite what he did, your heart still left an opening for him to slide through.
when you looked into his blue eyes again, you had your answer. “I—.” you started, voice cracking and strained, torn between reason and the ache in your chest. satoru’s eyes searched yours desperately to hear your answer. you sighed, looking down, then back up looking into his eyes. “you don’t get to hurt me again.” you whispered more to yourself than him, but he caught on, head nodding. “if..I let you back in, if I let myself believe every word you’re saying right now—“ your voice was small, but still strong holding your composure. “then promise me you won’t run away again.” satoru’s grip tightened, his thumb softly brushing against your knuckles. “i’m not running away anymore. not from you—not from us.” all you could do was just nod your head, hating how you leaned into his warmth, you let out a shaky exhale. “then prove it. show me i’m not making another mistake.” when your gaze met his, his smile wasn’t the cocky playful one you’re always used to.
this one was soft. warm. like he had his entire world in the grasp of him hand. and in that moment, against your better judgment you felt the first crack of hope.
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it started small. he didn’t push, no grand gestures, no suffocating apologies, just quiet persistence. he would walk you home after late nights at the library, keeping some distance between the both of you, exchanging small words. “how was studying?” he asked, hands stuffed in his pockets, you humming, “good.” your voice tired but gentle. and he never got upset when your responses were short or dry, as long as you’re talking to him that’s enough for him.
by the end of the first two weeks, he started to show up during your studying hours. stopping by to either, sit with you, keeping you company, or just dropping by to give you your coffee knowing some days you would work to the the bone. his presence alone, even when he’s not talking or bothering you, doing his own work across from you, you couldn’t help but let your heart flutter. he wasn’t loud and obnoxious, he was…quiet, calm.
by the end of the month, he was making progress. the silence between you were—still a bit awkward and dry, so he made it his goal to break that tension. when he tried to crack jokes like he always did, you would either ignore it or just stare at him. he would frown each time getting nothing but bricks. when he tried to make conversation, it would be dry…like always, with a “good.” “no.” “not really.” “that’s cool.” but each time it would only gave him more motivation. he wasn’t giving up!.
you guys we’re currently at a cafe of your choice talking about this upcoming art project, as you talked he would just listen, nodding his head following along of what you’re saying. when you were done, you raised a brow seeing the way he was staring at you. “what?.” you asked squinting your eyes, satoru shaking his head but still had that grin on his face, “nothing nothing…you just look happy to talk about stuff you enjoy.” you blinked, then looked straight down at your laptop screen, ignoring his stare. “shut up—and stop looking at me like that..” you murmured still ignoring his eyes.
“like what?.” he teased, but it wasn’t the mocking tone he always portrayed. it was soft—almost tender. “like you’re the best thing I ever laid eyes on?” you scoffed. rolling your eyes but didn’t ignore theway your heart went soft, and your mouth betraying you feeling the corners of your lips tug upward. just slightly. satoru leaned back in his chair, smiling softly, noticing. “there it is.” he murmured to himself, but you heard it. for the first time in weeks—almost a damn month the silence that followed after wasn’t awkward, it was light. almost like things were getting back to normal.
around the third month, it was no longer awkward between you both. satoru was able to slip in jokes watching how your lips betrayed you into a smile or even hearing you laugh again. that warm bubbly laugh. the walls you had up, were cracking by the day. you didn’t even realize how much until one night— it was a restless night from studying, you yawned as you closed your laptop, getting ready to take a shower and go to bed. as you were gathering your clothes you heard a ding, almost instantly you looked at the notification. it was from him.
you bit your bottom lip, sighing as you placed your phone down. you don’t know why, but even though he gave you the reassurance, your thoughts still betrayed you…going back that night. you shouldn’t even be thinking about that night—he did say he wasn’t going to do anything you wouldn’t like. so why are you thinking about it again? you want to believe him, you were itching to—but the thoughts of that night, replaying in your head over and over, was making your heart sink. was he lying? is he with someone else? what if he’s doing it again? what if he’s making out with someone? all these thoughts running through your head was driving you crazy. but shaking your head, you made your way to the bathroom.
it’s been two hours since he last texted. you tried to take your mind off of it, scrolling through your phone on instagram, laughing at stupid reels you found, but nothing was working. it was making you sick. should you text him? just a small “are you okay?”, and as if he was reading your mind you heard a ding coming from your phone.
before you could respond, you got an incoming facetime call from him. you rolled your eyes, but clicked the green button, letting the phone connect, “see?” his voice rung out from the other end, he showed you that he was on the couch with suguru next to him, who gave a little sloppy wave, and his other friends by him, “just having fun and drinking.“ he snickered, you hated how your mouth betrayed you AGAIN, letting a small smile creep in, feeling your nerves calm down. “are you smiling?” he said looking back down at the camera to see the small tug on your lips, you groaned, letting your phone drop so he couldn’t see you anymore.
“no, i’m not.” you tried to sound convincing but you heard him chuckle again, “aww you are. come on, let me see your face.” you felt your heart tug even more, “aren’t you at a party? why’re you calling me.” satoru clicked his tongue, “because I wanted to.” you grumbled under your breath, but slowly picked up your phone again, he smiled even more. “there she is.” you guys talked for a good 5 minutes before he told you he had to go.
when the fifth month had hit, everything was changing. the walls you had up high were slowly shrinking the more the days were coming, you were laughing more, letting your smile be shown again, even letting old habits come to light again. like tugging softly at his hoodie when you needed something, ruffling his hair, even stealing his hoodies again! it almost felt like that night didn’t happen.
you guys were currently walking from the last class you had together, laughing at a dumb joke he made when you both got stopped by a girl, long brunette hair, wearing low rise jeans, with a tank top.
she was flirty—extremely flirty, she would trail her finger along his chest, fluttering her lashes towards his way—you would expect satoru to engage with it right? he’s gojo satoru, the amazing frat boy that’s popular for his looks and cocky attitude. anytime you guys would walk together, there’s always girls that tries to get his attention. you hate to admit, but you did feel a little insecure. you weren’t like most girls at jjk university, you were a nerd, you stuffed your nose into books, you basically live in the library friday nights to sunday nights studying and working. you wore baggy sweats, and baggy hoodies, sometimes you would wear your glasses sometimes not.
you would think because how satoru looks his type would be into pretty girls—that’s why the ones who approach him are always confident. you had your doubt, face falling a bit but when you looked at his face, it screamed “not interested.” his eyebrow raised, taking her hand of his chest. and before you knew it, his arm slid across your shoulder, with a small smirk. you were taken back, but didn’t miss how she huffed, “you can’t be serious.” you can hear the jealousy in her voice, you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your mouth.
one because it was funny—two because you expected him to flirt back and three…three because he was actually true to his word. you felt like your heart was going to beat out your chest by how fast it was getting. “oh i’m dead serious.” he said with a low tone before practically dragging you to walk away from her. you both could hear her scoff, stomping away. when you guys finally got to your apartment, he stopped. “you okay?” he asked, you softly nodded, grabbing a long his sweatshirt, “I uh well—first thank you for that.” you said satoru giving a small grin, running a hand through his hair with a shrug, “anything for you~” he teased, you scoffed bumping his shoulder, but cleared your throat. “second…I have to talk to you—about…something.” he raised a brow, “about what?”
“just…follow me.”
you softly tugged him by the sleeve leading him inside the apartment, and all of sudden the air before grew much heavier and thicker. you felt as if your heart was going to explode out of your chest, leading him to the living room. satoru tilted his head, white lashes blinking as he looked your way, “don’t tell me i’m about to get scolded for being too charming.” he smirked, plopping down on the couch, as you rolled your eyes. “i’m serious, satoru.” that made his smirk falter a bit, hearing that tone in your voice, sitting up straight, “did I do something?.” you saw the worry in his expression, quick to shut it down, shaking your head. “no!— you didn’t…it’s just—something else.”
he raised a brow, you sighed, not even realized your hands curling up in the sleeve of his hoodie avoiding eye contact with him. you were nervous, he could easily tell because you never made eye contact, your fingers would always find a place into your sleeve, and you were staggering trying to find the right words to say. satoru softly smiled, trailing his hand to be placed on top of your covered ones, “hey…i’m not goin’ anywhere. take your time.” you looked up to see blue eyes piercing into yours that was filled with nothing but calmness and reassurance. your heart fluttered, getting butterflies in your stomach.
you took a small breath. “I…I don’t know how to say this, but i’ll try.” you laughed lightly, “what I wanted to talk to you about is us.” his heart skipped a beat, you didn’t look pass how he stiffened up a bit, hand twitching on top of yours. you took another breath, “I don’t want to keep beating around the bush anymore. when I say that I mean, I don’t want to keep pretending or shove down my feelings for you when they grow each day. that night…God that night ruined me.” you chuckled lightly, keeping your stare at your interlocked hands, “I thought maybe I did something wrong for you to choose someone else, thought I wasn’t good enough…I was mad, confused, betrayed? that night I thought it was over for us. I wanted to hate you—for toying with my feelings, despise you even. but knowing how much I loved—love you…I couldn’t.”
I love you.
his breath hitched at those three words. “I was angry at myself even more when I couldn’t stop loving you, even after that…these past months, you proved your word to me—you didn’t run when things were getting more public, you saw me…” you said shyly with a nervous smile, “so what i’m saying is…I want to give you a second chance.” you said a little shyly looking down, it was quiet. too quiet. too quiet to where you thought it might crush you, your chest tightened a bit, your bottom lip trembling just slightly, pulling your hand away when his grip tightened pulling you closer to him. “say it again.” he whispered, eyes staring straight into yours, your breath hitched, “wha—?”
“say it again.” he repeated, “that you love me.” you swallowed hard, feeling the lump in your throat, feeling your body heat up.
“I love you, satoru.” before you knew it, you felt soft lips crashing onto yours. your eyes widened a bit from shock, but when you came back to reality, your eyes immediately shut closed accepting his kiss. you felt his grin appear on his face as he moved his mouth against yours. it wasn’t rough or messy, it was full of care and love. you placed a hand on his chest, feeling his own heart beating rapidly. after 6 months of gaining your trust back, all he could do was be happy. the kiss lasted a few more seconds before, you pulled away placing your forehead against his. his eyes were shining through the light, seeing all emotions run through them. “you don’t understand how long i’ve waited to do that.” he laughed lowly, both hands on your cheeks as he just stared at you.
he did have his doubts. that you would’ve gave up on him, or have been too annoyed with him or even someone else swiping you off your feet. before you could say another word, he leaned in pecking your lips. “I.” peck. “love” peck. “you.” peck. “too!.” you giggled trying to get out of his touch, feeling ticklish as he kissed you everywhere. “satoru!, get off me!” you laughed but he only kept going, squirming in his arms as he held you tighter. “never.” he murmured between kisses peppering your cheeks, nose, and jaw until your laughter turned breathless. finally, you shoved at him half-heartedly, your face flushed and warm. “you’re an idiot,” you muttered, but your smile betrayed you. satoru grinned, resting his chin atop your head like he used to, only this time his arms never let go. “maybe,” he said softly, his voice dipping into something gentler. “but i’m your idiot.”
your chest swelled, heart hammering like it might burst out of you. for once, there were no walls, no lingering doubts, no heavy silence choking you. just him, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you let out a quiet sigh, fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie. “don’t make me regret this, satoru.” his arms tightened around you, lips brushing your temple in the softest of promises. “i won’t. not again. you’re it for me.” and for the first time since everything started, you believed him—not because of his words, but because of the way he held you. like he’d never let go. you leaned up just enough to meet his lips again, this time slow, steady, and sure. no doubts. no games. just love.
the relationship between you both started slow, it started off with satoru taking you out on dates. not any ordinary dates—ones where he went all out each time, the first date was when he invited you over to his place, where you walked in to see a very organized set up for movie night. he had skin scare products set up on the table, one his favorite hoodies folded nicely, all your favorite snacks and drinks. when you looked back at him with a surprised face, he only gave a cheeky smile.
from there, it felt like a piece of him was being handed to you. from late night ramen runs after an exam, when he would purposely mess up his order just to give you an excuse to trade bowls. to long walks where he’d lean down to tease you just to hear your laugh. nights at your apartment where he let you put face masks on him, your headband holding his hair in a sprout while you sat on his lap, applying the mask. he would always say things like “i don’t trust anyone else with my skin,” or “i look good, huh? admit it,” you’d roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest never left.
it wasn’t just the big gestures with him—it wasn’t just the dates he planned, it was the way he’d carry your bag without asking, or how he’d slow his long strides just so you didn’t have to rush to keep up. the way he noticed when you were tired and shoved one of his jackets into your arms without a word, and the way he ddi everything he promised you he would do. he kept his promise.
then, one night, after another long restless day, the two of you sat tangled on his couch, a drama playing on the tv tat neither of you were really paying attention to. you had your cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he traced circles on your back.
“y’know,” he started, his tone unusually soft, “i like this. i like… us.” you tilted your head to look at him, catching the rare hint of nervousness in his usually confident expression. his lips curled into that familiar grin, though this time it was smaller, almost tentative. “I really am grateful you gave me a second chance.” he chuckled lightly, “these past two months of taking our relationship slow, I’ve been thinking.” you raised a brow, now sitting up facing him, “what is it?’ you said softly, satoru humming, rubbing a hand up and down your back with his nails. he took a deep breath, then deep breath out, “would you be my girlfriend?” silence. all that was heard was the sound of hearts starting to beat faster each second, his vulnerability showing as his blue eyes shined through your own. the tv murmured quietly in the background, but it might as well have been a different world—just the two of you existed in that space, that heartbeat, that pause.
you felt the warmth of his hand on your back, gentle but grounding, and the weight of his gaze made your chest flutter. he wasn’t teasing, he wasn’t joking, and for the first time in weeks, you saw a side of him that was entirely sincere, entirely open. “satoru…” you breathed, your fingers brushing over his hand, anchoring him as much as you were anchored by him. “you… mean that?” he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, nerves still flickering in his eyes. “every word. i don’t want half-measures, i don’t want games, I said i’m not running anymore. i just… want this. I want you.”
your heart swelled, and a small laugh escaped, shaky but full of warmth. “you’re ridiculous,” you whispered, shaking your head, “but… i think— no, i want this too.” he let out a breath he’d been holding, relief and joy mingling in that quiet exhale, and then he leaned forward, just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “so…?” he asked teasingly, though his voice still held the tenderness that had made your chest ache. “so… yes,” you said, smiling, letting your hands settle over his. “i’ll be your girlfriend.”
his grin widened immediately, that signature spark back in his eyes, and he pulled you into a gentle hug, murmuring, “best decision ever. and in that moment, everything felt like it finally made sense—two people, slowly finding the rhythm of “us,” and finally ready to call it theirs. through hell and back, tears, and heart breaks, you both were still able to come back. “you better not fuck up again.” you said, satoru shaking his head with a soft chuckle, pecking your forehead, “that night will never repeat.” you couldn’t help but smile, “I love you..” you whispered, “and I love you too.”
You sit alone at the edge of the cafeteria, hidden behind the fortress of your laptop screen and a wall of untouched fruit cups. The noise around you doesn’t register—voices bounce, shoes squeak, laughter surges in waves—but you’re too busy organizing your notes for the third time today.
And then he walks by. Atlas Crowe. Of course his name is ridiculous. So is the way people orbit him like planets caught in his gravitational pull. Varsity captain, head of student council, the boy they built statues of in the hallway with yearbook spreads and committee photos.
You barely exist in his world. Or so you thought.
“Hey,” he says one afternoon, leaning over your chemistry homework like he belongs there. “You’re the smart one, right? Help me out.”
It’s innocent—too innocent. But then he starts sitting with you. Every. Day. Abandons his throne in the center of popularity to share vending machine meals and Google Docs. People start whispering. You start second-guessing every glance, every compliment.
“You know,” Atlas says one night while you tutor him, voice low and too close, “you’re kind of mesmerizing when you explain quantum theory. Like you’re speaking a foreign language, only I want to learn.”
You freeze. His hands are too clean for this. His face is too pretty. His locker is filled with notes and candy, and here he is—eyes locked onto yours like you’re the answer to a question he hadn’t dared ask until now.
Soon, your blog gets flooded with anonymous messages quoting your writing. Someone starts following all your playlists, liking posts seconds after you publish them. You mention offhand that you’re into niche documentaries—Atlas starts referencing them in class presentations as if they're his new motto.
You overhear one of his friends complaining.
“She’s weird, dude. Like, no offense, why are you into her?”
Atlas smiles, soft and eerie.
“Because she’s not into me,” he says. “Yet.”
And now, there’s glitter on your desk. Not the fun kind—the invasive, sticky kind that somehow spells your name on his notebook. The whole school watches as the golden boy trades stadium lights for late-night texts about your favorite books and obscure philosophers. But it’s not romantic. It’s quietly terrifying.
One day you log into your private study server and find a folder: “She Who Taught Me Devotion.” Inside are transcripts of everything you’ve ever shared—academic papers, chat logs, notes you thought were deleted.
Atlas finds you at your locker, smiling like a sinner blessed by obsession.
“I’m popular, yeah,” he says. “Everyone wants me. But you? You made me need you.”
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You were talking again.
Not just talking, but rambling. Words spilling out faster than you could organize them, thoughts stacking on top of each other as if they were racing to be heard first.
“Okay but if you really think about it, seismic sense is basically a form of vibration mapping, so technically someone could maybe recreate a weaker version if they understood pressure distribution and ground feedback, because different regions use different materials and that would affect how vibrations travel and—”
Toph lay back with her arms behind her head, one foot hooked lazily over the other. She let you go on, not interrupting, just listening in her own quiet way.
“—and like, Ba Sing Se versus Omashu would feel completely different because the density of the stone changes everything and—”
She let out a short snort.
You stopped immediately.
“…am I talking too much?”
There was a brief pause.
“Not really.”
You blinked. “…not really?”
Toph tilted her head slightly toward you, lips curving into a small grin.
“Keep going.”
You hesitated, caught off guard. “You actually want me to?”
“If I didn’t, I’d tell you to stop,” she replied easily.
That was fair.
Still, you felt a little unsure. “I just feel like I’m rambling.”
“You are,” she said without hesitation.
You sighed. “Toph.”
She nudged your shoulder with hers.
“It’s not a bad thing,” she added, her voice a little softer this time. “You get all into it. It’s… interesting.”
“Interesting,” you repeated, skeptical.
“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “Your voice changes.”
“My voice does not change.”
“It does,” she insisted. “Gets faster. A little higher too. Like your brain is trying to sprint ahead of your mouth.”
You stared at her.
“That is not what I sound like.”
She grinned, completely unapologetic. “It is.”
You huffed, crossing your arms, but she could already feel the shift in your posture. A small mix of embarrassment and stubbornness.
Toph leaned a little closer, bumping your shoulder again.
“Anyway,” she said, casual as ever, “you were saying something about buildings.”
You glanced at her, still unsure. “…you actually care?”
Toph rolled her eyes, though there was no real bite behind it.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”
That was enough.
You started again, slower this time.
“Different regions use different types of stone, so the way vibrations travel changes depending on density. It’s kind of like how sound moves differently through water compared to air.”
Toph went quiet, thinking it through.
“…so you’re saying the ground feels different depending on where I am.”
“Exactly,” you said, leaning in a little. “Which means your bending isn’t just strong, it’s adaptive. You’re constantly adjusting without even realizing it.”
She hummed softly.
“…huh.”
You lit up immediately, excitement slipping back in before you could stop it.
“Right? So technically your ability is even more precise than people think because you’re reacting to tiny differences in the earth all the time and—”
“There it is again.”
You groaned. “Toph.”
She laughed, the sound warm and unfiltered, and leaned her head lightly against your shoulder.
“Relax,” she said. “I like it.”
That stopped you.
“…you do?”
Toph shrugged, but she did not move away.
“Yeah. It’s better than listening to the others go on about boring stuff.”
You laughed quietly at that.
The tension faded just like that.
“…okay,” you said, a little softer now. “So as I was saying…”
“Yeah,” she murmured, settling in beside you. “Keep going.”
And you did.
You kept talking, letting your thoughts run however they wanted, not worrying about how fast or how much.
Toph stayed right there the whole time, listening to every word, even if she would never admit how much she enjoyed it.
Warning: smut, p in v, sophia!bully, virgin reader, cowgirl, dogstyle, creampie, body worship in the end, aftercare, a lil of fluff, hitting, bullying, mention of blood
a/n: first smut kinda nervous (｡>﹏<｡) few warning this has reader!simp, jerking, and nasty stuff as well i forgot to put it in the warning (my dumb ahh)
You're known for being a nerd in school. The awkward one, the shy one, the 'always at the back' one, and the one who is ignored and nobody..
There is something about you that is kinda of weird.. Your crush is Sophia Laforteza. Yes. The queen bee and... your bully..
It's kinda weird that you still find her hot even though she's bullying everyone including and especially you.
Sophia is known for being the hot bully and everyone's crush. Including those creepy teachers. I mean who wouldn't if she is a literally a goddess, and everytime she looks at you or touches you even a slight brush, you'll immediately get hard and almost struggle every day hiding your bulge.
The next day
You were just going to buy yourself some lunch and eat like normally. Then Sophia and her popular friends Megan and Lara cornered you
"Well, there you are.. I've been looking for you. " she said with that dangerous glint of her eyes.
"What do you want Sophia...?" You said as you tried to bite bark, but you still look weak.
"Oh you know.. Your daily punishment." She said smirking dangerously as her friends giggle
"I didn't even do anything!" You said confused and already wanting to get out of there
"Of course you didn't, you idiot. I just want to see your face all beaten up again. You know.. I lowkey missed it." She said as she blows at her manicured nails while crossing her arms
Shit. That was hot. You feel a slight ache at your crotch as you register what she said. She then calls her 'loyal boys' to drag you into the locker room. They then hold you and one guy punch your face as your glasses scattered to the floor, a crack forming. Then the jock keeps beating you until you all weak and bloody. Bruise and cuts all over your face them blood everywhere. Sophia stopped the jock to take a look of your face. She grabbed your chin and tilt it up to face her
"Hmm.. Not bad boys, you guys actually did your job" she said as she exam your face, all messed up and everything
"We'll leave this to you Sophia. " the jocks winks and leads the other guys to go outside. Including her friends. So it's just you and her in there
You weakly trying to crawl your way up to stand but failed miserably. Not to mention that you are half hard. She pushes you and kicks you then spits on your face
"See you later nerd.." She said almost seductively in your mind even though it's not really seductive more like threat, but you still find it hot. As she leaves you finally had the courage to stand and look at yourself at the mirror. You ignored all the cuts but focuses on her spit on your face. You reach and touch the spit and glide it to your mouth that makes you fully hard. Gosh you're a simp.
You went home and of course started jerking off to her photos again. You pathetic thing.
The next day
You went to Sophia's party since all students are invited anyway then no teachers. It's pretty chaotic, you see people dancing, wild music, random people making out, or rather making love... Then you saw Sophia there all happy an enjoying.. Fuck she's hot. She then notice you standing there and walk up to you
"Oh look, it's the nerd.. Didn't expect you to come here. Still want to get beaten? " she smirks.. That damn smirk
"I have nothing to do anyway..." You said still weak and pathetic as always.. But your eyes drifted to her tits..
"Hey pervert! Eyes are up here" she said crossing her arms to cover her chest. You look away embarrassed.
"Why are you still standing there? Go party and stop gawking at me, you weirdo. " she huffs and rolled her eyes as she storm off. Damn that's the most hottest thing you ever seen
hours later
You were now exploring her mansion and saw some luxury stuff and stuff that causes more than your neighborhood. You were also exploring rooms and went so happens to be Sophia's room. It's elegant with luxury decor and some princess stuff. Then Sophia walks in
"What the fuck are you doing here?! " she said as she caught you
"I-I was just exploring.. Nothing more! " you nervously raise two hands as surrender. She walks towards you madly
"I swear I'm gonna kill you—" She then trips on the carpet and falls on to you. Her sitting and your crotch, her hands on your chest. You're immediately hard once again. It was just you two on the floor.
"W-What's that poking me..? " she nervously said and moves a little. Her core grinding on you. You're fully hard as you heard her moan. She started to grind on to you harder and a little faster
"Sophia.. " you said, Your heart beating so fast, and you leaving heavy breathes on every grind
"Shut up and take it.. " She grinds harder and faster "Ohh shit... " she moans
You keep yourself trying not to cum on to your pants. She removed her bottom wear and everything and you saw her pretty pussy glistening. She moves forward to your face and lowers herself down. Then starts riding your face. You started to lick her and gosh she's so delicious
"Ohh fuck.." Sophia moaned louder and starts riding you faster. "Eat it soo... Well"
You were hungry and savoring for her she then stops and removes your pants and everything exposing your member
"Sophia—" She puts a finger on your mouth
"Hmm.. Is this for me?" She starts to lower herself and rolls her eyes above her head "You're so big.." She starts riding you and damn she's tight as fuck... You can feel everything. And saw everything.. You watching her bouncing on your dick while looking like a literally goddess is turning you on so bad... And that sex'ed up expression. It's all too much
"S-Sophia... It's my first time. " you said, nervously
"Good. Then let me be your first" damn that was hot. She said that while riding you is all too much that you lost control. You grab her hips than you jerk you hips up, thrusting in to her as she moan uncontrollably.
"Ahh... Too fast.. " she said, you then give her one last thrust and burst your seed inside her as she moans loud like it's music to your ears
"Y-You... Came inside.." She said still panting. You're still not satisfied and carried her to her bed and bend her over. Yes. Face down ass up
"Y/N..." She side looking behind her. Looking to you. Of course with that cute ass fuckable face. Then you lose it and thrust into her very hard. Her face buried into the pillow, bed rocking, and slapping wet noise can be heard. Her moans muffled into the pillow and you staring down at her sexy back as you fuck her. She was still sensitive and gosh she felt so tight and right..
"Y-Y/N—" you cut her off
"Shut up and take it. " and she did as you thrust faster and about to burst again. Her sexy ass moans and her body bouncing is too much to handle that you finally came inside her again as she moans louder than you. You collapse beside her still panting.
"Fuck.." She said as her body still shaking with aftershocks and dozed off still inside you. You pull it out and her shaking and voice muffled as you did. You pull the blanket below you guys chin and hugs her from the waist. Her heart started calm yours as well.
Sleeping next to your bully. Your crush. Her party still partying below you. And you can't believe she was your first. You're still pathetic though.
CONTENT: chris and sunny have sex for the first time // sunny cant see chris and has a nightmare.
• based after this fic but you dont need to have read it !!
WARNINGS: SMUTTTT, arguing (not with Chris), nightmares about kidnapping/being stalked, uh Chris gets into her house without permission?, Chris self deprecating, flirty arguing, making out, dry humping, nick kissing and biting, lots of moaning, fingering, praising - "good girl", mocking/teasing, uh slight dumbification?, virginity loss (p in v), dom chris, possession kink if that's a thing, love confession - becoming an official couple !!
WC: 1.8k
“You’re not seeing him!”
Sunny only rolled her eyes, continuing to pack her things.
“I’m serious! He’s gonna find a way to get you almost killed for the fucking third time!”
“He’s the reason that last time it was only almost.”
“I don't care!” he spat out, reaching to snatch her bag. “Stay here tonight. Please.”
She finally noticed the glassy layer in Leo’s eyes, barely managing to avoid choking on his words as her brother feared for her safety.
Sunny sighed, admitting defeat. “Fine.”
There was no comfort in being away from him.
Every movement out the corner of her eyes sent a shock in her heart, every loud noise. Even the peace Sunny used to find in sleep was long gone.
Running and running. Dark woodlands, trees of tall enemies. Everything reached for her as she ran, forcing screams out.
“Chris! Chris, help!” she sobbed out, yelling.
Her legs ached, barely pushing her forwards, beginning to dig into the mud.
Till her foot was stuck, slamming her body to the ground. Sunny grunted out in pain, before all noises and breaths were blocked by her stalker’s hand. She flailed around, tears streaming down as she choked and lost oxygen.
“Sunny!”
She was shaken awake, heart still beating out of her chest.
“Hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Chris spoke gently, caressing her face and holding eye contact until her body settled down.
Sunny had no words for him, only sitting up with all the strength she had to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, clinging onto him. He held the back of her head, rocking her gently.
“How did you get in?”
“Window.” Chris laughed softly, eyes almost closing from the ease in his heart now that he was holding what was most precious to him.
Sunny hesitated for a moment. “You shouldn’t be here.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes.
“I think my brother will kill you if he finds out.” She smiled a little to ease the tension of her words.
“I think I'd deserve it.”
“Oh my god, will you stop?”
Chris only grinned, leaning down to press his lips against hers, holding her gently.
He pulled away only to mumble apologies, “I’m sorry, baby.” before chasing back contact immediately after.
“Asshole.”
They settled themselves down more comfortably, Sunny clinging onto Chris as she faced him seated on his lap. She played with his locks of hair, face somehow expressionless in deep focus while Chris stared admiring her.
He noticed the soft bags under her eyes and a glint of sadness inside them, his heart now aching in memory of her fearful sleep.
Chris hated the idea of Sunny suffering, especially repeatedly and from a fault of his own.
“What was your dream?”
She removed her focus from his hair to his eyes, lips tightening from a little discomfort in the topic.
“You don’t gotta tell me.”
“Doesn't matter really. you saved me.” she spoke lightly, trying not to show all the emotions she was feeling.
“I hate that you're not feeling good.”
“I hate that you hate you for the fact I'm not feeling good.”
Sunny refused to meet his eyes now, choosing to pout with Chris' refusal to stop self deprecating.
“Can you look at me?”
“Nope.”
“Sunny.”
“Christopher.”
He didn't speak up again, puppy dog eyes while he waited for her to finally notice. The quiet finally felt heavier, forcing sunny to crack and meet his eyes, mouth unwillingly forming a smile. It was hard to be mad at the boy who hung on her every word.
“Okay look, I just don't care.”
“What?” he spat out, laughing.
“I don't care! The times being around you that got me in trouble, I don't care. I didn't have a life before you, I had no friends, nothing fun, nothing at all! And even after everything, look, I'm okay!”
“You’re not fully okay, baby.”
“Just give me time to work on it! But stop shitting on yourself all the time. We both need to be okay.”
Chris sighed deeply. Reaching to cradle Sunny’s face to calm himself. She broke free from his delicate grasp, rushing to place hurried pecks all over his face.
“Stop trying to leave me.” she mumbled between kisses.
“I’m not trying to leave.”
She pulled back to face him. “You’re trying to convince yourself I'm better off without you, when I'm not.”
“I just feel selfish keeping you.”
“Just be selfish.”
Chris breathed deeply, his desperation setting heavy in his chest.
he rushed forwards, gripping Sunny's chin to meet his lips to her. She held his shoulder to keep steady, reciprocating with as much desperation as Chris gave.
his hands travelled down, feeling her form and pushing her closer into his chest. His tongue slipped past the gap between her lips, groaning out from the pleasure of more contact.
Chris held Sunny's hips, more possessive in his touch as he moved her to roll against him.
she gasped out, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against his.
he continued his motivations, watching her face twist in pleasure the more effort he put in.
“you got it.” he whispered lowly.
She focused on his actions for a few more grinds, working up the courage to copy them.
Chris reached lower, gripping the skin of her ass and grinning as sunny gasped out. she hid herself in the crook of his neck, moaning softly and nibbling at her lip as he massaged her skin and they grinded into each other.
he cradled the back of her head, holding her as he switched positions so he was hovering over her.
“Chris.”
“I know, baby.”
Sunny wrapped her legs around his torso, grabbing his face with desperation as he continued his kisses.
Chris separated to kiss down the skin towards her neck, nibbling and licking to soothe the areas he teased.
His eyes met Sunny's once again.
“This okay?” he whispered, one hand letting go to move down towards her heat.
she nodded hurriedly, breathing heavy as she prepared to let the feeling take over her.
Sunny used Chris' hair to ground herself when he slid a finger into her hole, slowly thrusting it into her. The kissing on her neck got more passionate and messy, groaning in response to the sound of her needy whining.
he worked up the pace, ending his kisses to hold eye contact, body rushing with desire as he watched how he made sunny feel.
her eyelashes fluttered, threatening to close while she listened to the sound of her slick filling the room.
"Eyes open." Chris ordered.
sunny struggled, blinking up at him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape.
"Good girl." he praised, chuckling mockingly when the words were enough for her to let out a moan.
"M-more?" she used all her effort to get the words out, eyes pleading up at him.
Chris' confidence faltered only slightly. "More?"
"I want you. Please."
he pulled his finger out gently, hushing sunny when she whined. Chris reached his hand up, slipping his soaked fingers between her lips, grin widening when she instinctively sucked on them.
retreating back, he unzipped his pants to reveal his heavy bulge. he let out a groan as he freed himself fully, feeling a little self conscious when he processed that this was genuinely happening.
with the hunger and need in her eyes, Chris was desperate to please.
he teased his hands up her torso, pushing up her oversized shirt. he looked to sunny for approval, continuing his movements when she placed her hands over his in encouragement.
they pulled the shirt over her head, now fully bare for each other.
Chris hurried now, kissing down the skin of her chest as his hands pushed her back down to lay against the bed. he gripped the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees to place himself in between them.
he lined himself against her hole, teasing her and coating his length with her wetness. Chris entered in slowly, growing desperate from the sound of her pleasure but remaining careful.
he groaned out, feeling her tightness around his cock. her back arched slightly, desperate for more of this new feeling.
"You got it, baby. Take it all."
she moaned out again, looking down and processing not even half of him was inside of her yet. Chris thrusted in and out as he worked his way in, holding her hips against the mattress securely.
"Tell me how it feels." he whispered against her skin.
sunny held his shoulder, eyes opening and closing in pleasure whilst only able to let out moans.
"Words or i stop."
she whined, before focusing on forming a response. "f-full."
Chris hiked one of her legs over his shoulder, the other around his waist as he pulled out slow then back in deep - bottoming out. He leaned down, slipping his tongue into Sunny's mouth possessively.
she moaned into the kiss, arms circling around the back of his neck while he sped up the pace.
"C-Chris, i," from her hesitation he slowed down, earning a panicked "No, don't stop!", in response.
he laughed teasingly again, building back the pace. "Talk to me, baby."
"i-" her moans interrupted herself. "i- i want you."
sunny's words went straight to his dick, making him more desperate and start pounding into her faster.
"oh my god." she cried out.
"You have me, baby. I'm all yours." he felt her clench around him.
"i- chris-"
"smart girl can't use her words now, huh?"
sunny whined in frustration, too overtaken by pleasure to think of anything but the feeling of him inside her.
"You're so pretty like this."
"Mine." she forced the words out, moans escaping her louder.
Chris held eye contact in realisation of how deeply Sunny meant her words.
"You wanna be my girl?" he smirked, heightening his efforts in need to hear and watch her squirm even more.
her eyes pleaded as she nodded.
"fuck, baby." he groaned out. "You are mine. shit- I'm yours. always been yours."
Chris' rhythm sped up once again, he watched the way her eyes rolled back and her back arched into the feeling.
sunny cried out his name, the unfaltering pace letting her ride out her orgasm while he moaned out above her.
they both breathed deeply, minds and bodies coming back to earth and calming down.
"I love you." the words escaped him quickly, a hurried admission.
"i love you." sunny echoed, eyes heavy and expression more vulnerable. "i, are we-"
"Yes. uh- if you meant it, i-"
"I meant it."
"I meant it too."
chris grinned, watching as she mirrored his expression. they both let out comfortable laughs, chasing back each others lips, holding each other as they wished they could forever.
Frat basketball star Sukuna x introverted fem reader 𓏲ּ𝄢
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(this is my first post on here sorry for any mistakes! I’m new to writing so I’m still trying to learn and get better. Credits to @su2kuna for the art.)
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You walked into class late already miserable and tired, Staying up late studying and waking up at the crack of dawn. Usually it wouldn’t be a problem but the short 4 hours of sleep you’ve being getting finally caught up to you. Today hasn’t been great, waking up late threw your whole routine off. Having to take the buss ride to campus since your car was still in the shop. Not having enough time to grab coffee or anything to eat, nothing else could possibly go wrong…right?
So imagine your surprise when you walk into class and see everyone paired up in twos, conversing about the project your professor pulled out of nowhere. Walking to your professors desk with a small smile, hoping that she’d just let you work by yourself. Group projects were always an inconvenience. Having to micromanage people to make sure they do their part. Spending the extra time meeting with whoever you were working with when you could easily finish it faster by yourself.
You clocked something was off by the look on Mrs. Smith’s face. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, like she already felt bad for what was about to come out of her mouth.
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“Mrs.Smith please literally anyone else but him. I can handle the work load alone you know I can.”
The older woman sighed her lips pressing into a thin line her eyes softening apologetically.
“Sorry hun I can’t allow you to work alone for this one. The board committee made some new rule about the equal amount of points given to students.”
Mrs. Smith clicked her tongue as if she thought it was just as stupid.
Ryomen Sukuna is a name everyone on campus knew. Quite literally the king of his fraternity and star of the basketball team. He was usually in the center of every scandal or rumor. Girls raved about him, he was a certified manhore, arrogant, had an ego the size of Texas. He rarely attended any of his classes and probably paid someone to do his work for him. Otherwise there’s no way he’d be even passing this class. He stood out everywhere he went being 6’5 and 250 pounds of muscle, salmon pink hair and covered in tattoos. In other words a walking red flag. The type of person you would usually stray away from.
With the planning sheet papers in your hand, your eyes scanned the room for your partner. He was easy to find sitting at the back of the class. Black hoodie over his head scrolling on his phone like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his hoodie.
Ignoring the headache that was already forming, you sighed heavily and made your way to where he was sitting.
“Uhm…excuse me.”
The sound of your voice grabs his attention, whatever on his phone no longer important. His sharp ruby eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.
Fuck it’s you, wait it’s you? When did you even come in? And why were you talking to him of all people? He doesn’t even realize he’s just staring at you and not saying anything back until you clear your throat awkwardly.
“You need somethin?”
His voice comes out a bit harsher than he would’ve liked it sounded as if he was irritated. Which he was but not at you. Sukuna has always noticed you around campus, well everyone did, it was hard not to.
You were absolutely gorgeous, the type of pretty that should be on magazine covers. You were smart, getting into college on scholarship, always at the top of your classes. Scoring high on exams that more than half the class failed. You shined in every room you walked in without trying to stand out.
Sukuna never saw you at party’s nor did he ever see you outside of campus. From his knowledge you don’t have many friends and seem pretty reserved, often sticking to yourself unless necessary. You had your life together and clearly ran a strict program. You ended up scaring most people off apparently. Your friends that you did have told you that before getting to know you they found you intimidating.
You never understand how you came off as scary or intimidating. Hearing that over and over grew to be frustrating over the course of your life. People often look at you and automatically assume you’re unfriendly because of your reserved nature. Not even taking the chance to get to know you first before sticking the label that you’re unapproachable. You’ve heard from people how pretty you were, yet you never got flirted with at party’s, never gotten your number asked for at bars. Just the girl that listened to all her friends rant about their relationships, Situationships, and everything in between. Sure, you weren’t short or petite being taller than the average man and having a fuller figure. You wanted to experience love and feel the intimacy everybody else claimed was indispensable. Overtime you just stopped caring and went on with your life. Your priorities shifted as you got older and entered college. You were more focused on finishing your courses so you can hurry up and finish medical school to become a doctor. You gave up on the idea of finding someone and being in a relationship. From what you’ve seen from your how your friends relationships and stories from other people, it’s not that great. What’s the point in being with someone if it’s not long term? Getting attached to that person and giving them your time and energy for it to just end abruptly seemed pointless.
“Since we seem to be the only ones without partners, would you wanna do the project with me?”
Sukuna blinks a couple times, he’s kinda had a crush on you but will never admit that not even to himself. He thinks you’re beautiful sure but that was it. At least that’s what he tells himself. Sukuna prided himself in his looks and athleticism. He usually came up to any girl he felt like and was able to flirt without a care in the world. Yet he never approached you. Mainly because he rarely saw you and the few times he did by chance you were gone in an instant. He rarely showed up to class so why would someone as beautiful and smart as you waste your time with someone like him. In his mind he was light years out of your league.
“Not like I have any other choice.”
He replies his eyes subtly roaming over your face. Crimson eyes taking in your facial features, your glossed lips, coils bobbing with any movement from your head. Your brown skin glowing, fuck you were pretty.
“Cool, we should probably exchange numbers. So we can get in contact with each other.”
You say, oblivious to the way he’s looking at you. He hands you his phone and you put your number in his phone. Sending yourself a text to save his number in your phone later.
“I’m y/n by the way.”
He already knew your name from stalking your instagram page countless of times.
“Sukuna.”
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It’s been a few hours since that interaction with you and Sukuna hasn’t stop thinking about it. The way your manicured nails typed your number into his phone. The sound of your voice, how your curls bounced as you walked away, the sway of your hips. He couldn’t get you out of his head. Even as he went to practice that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about his parter in biochem.
The steam flowing from the shower fogging up the mirrors, towel low on his hips as he stepped out the bathroom into his room. He changed into some basketball shorts and a black wife beater and slumped on his bed. He stared at your contact name for five whole minutes straight, debating whether to text first. Since when did he put any thought into his texts? His thumbs hovered over his screen before typing something, deleting it and then typing again. Then as if you could sense his inner turmoil.
Y/n| Hey we should probably meet soon to talk about the project, lmk when you’re free.
Sukuna| I have practice but I should be free Wednesday after class
Y/n| Sounds good.
It was short, barely could even be called a conversation, but for some reason as the week went on he found himself counting down the days until he’d see you again.
The day of the meet up comes up, he made sure to actually show up to class today. His palms are a bit sweaty, he didn’t even know why he of all people was feeling nervous. It was just a simple meet up to discuss the project. So why the hell did he feel so anxious? You probably already thought he was a fat freaking chud who was incompetent. He finds you in a quiet corner tucked away in the library sitting by the window. Your laptop open as you typed something, your pinked themed notebooks open and covered in cute stickers, some type of sugary drink at your side. The sunlight catches your skin and eyes perfectly making you look like something out of a painting. Your curls pulled off your face and into a loose updo, edges swooped. He almost trips over his own two feet at the sight of you. Your eyes meet his and you give a small smile that he could tell was a little forced.
“You showed up.”
You were a little surprised he even came to be honest, he took a seat opposite from you. The chair was honestly too small for him which made him look a little goofy.
“I said I would didn’t I.”
He huffs, shifting in the small chair that creaked under his weight as he tried to find a comfortable position.
“Yea but you didn’t really strike me as the studious and punctual type.”
You tease, flipping through your organized folder to find your planning packet.
“How’s that one saying go? Never judge someone by their looks or something.”
Sukuna shifts again in the chair that he makes look doll size, struggling to not look as stupid.
“Never judge a book by its cover?”
You corrected lips quirking into a smirk at his interpretation of the saying.
“Same shit.”
“It’s not but if you say so.”
The whole time you’re the main one taking lead in the conversation. You ask him about which parts he feels comfortable to take responsibility for the project. Which he just responds with a shrug telling you whichever parts you don’t want he’ll take. He seems like his mind is somewhere else. He hasn’t stop looking at you since you started talking which makes you think he’s actively listening.
Whole time Sukuna’s just lost at the sight of you. He’s never had a chance to talk to you like this. Your to busy chatting about genealogy and the evolution of chemistry. He watches the way your eyes light up and you begin to speak a little faster when you talk about a topic that interests you. Sukuna nods along like he understands everything you just spewed out from your mouth.
“Did you hear me?”
“Mhm.”
“I asked you when we should meet up again, we have a good few weeks until we have to turn it in.”
“Oh…I’m free whenever.”
He shrugged nonchalantly as if his schedule wasn’t already packed with basketball practices, weights, party’s, and meetups with his team. But if it meant he could talk to you more he’d find a way to make it work.
“Okay, then Same time next week?”
“Yea that works.”
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The cold air from the Ac hits Sukuna’s damp skin as he steps inside your apartment. He tosses his keys you lent him in the bowl you had on the nearby table. Kicks his shoes off at the door and neatly puts them beside your own.
“Babe?”
The place is quiet which isn’t unusual, he can hear the soft music coming from down the hall so he knows your home. If you told Sukuna a year ago that he’d be dating the girl he’s had a crush on since freshman year. He’d probably scoff at you and look at you like you grew two heads.
You were a bit weary of him at first, I mean who wouldn’t be? From all the things you heard about him you kinda just expected him to be this jockey asshole who would be difficult to work with. However, Sukuna proved you wrong. After the first meeting you two had he went back home and stared at the numerous amount of planning sheets and side notes you wrote on the side in pink pen. Only to realize he had no fuckin clue what he was even looking at. Which led to him asking you to tutor him every now in then. He could’ve asked someone else but part of him just wanted an excuse to see you more than once a week. For some reason unbeknownst to him you agreed. You used to scold him when he seemed like he wasn’t paying attention. ‘Are you even listening Ryo?’ You’d say with that signature glare and tilt of your head. He wasn’t paying attention because he was too busy admiring the way you looked and the sound of your voice explaining equations and chemical formulas. Sukuna was extremely smart when he actually applied himself. Soon enough he fully understood concepts from the modules he previously skipped. Ever since then he’s been taking his academics seriously and started studying, mostly to impress you…Actually only to impress you.
He drops his gym bag down by the side of the couch and Makes his way to your room. He knows your playlist by heart, so much so that he can recognize Cleo Sol’s voice coming from the crack of your door. You’re sitting at your vanity taking out your flexi rods out of your hair. Pink silk robe tied loosely, your room smells like that sweet vanilla candle you always light at night. The flowers you always insist on getting even though he bought you new flowers every week. Along with a hint of your signature perfume that makes him feel like he’s home. Sunlight streaming through your window, the lighting hitting your face perfectly. He’s leaning on your doorframe, head tilted, just watching for a few seconds.
“Baby.”
You jump a little at the sound of his voice snapping you out of the slight daze you were in. He watches as your eyes flicker up to his, how your facial expression softens at the sight of him.
“You scared me Kuna, how long have you been standing there?”
“Not long.”
He answered, trudging over to where you sitting. He leaned down, his head resting on your shoulder with a heavy sigh, muscular arms snaking around your waist.
“Rough practice?”
Your hands moved from separating your curls to massaging his face, trying to get his face to relax. It was like he had a permanent scowl etched on his face, mostly just because he was stressed.
“Mhm, coach was on my ass and that blue eyed freak was ball hogging the whole fucking time.”
He grumbled turning his face in the crook of your neck peppering kisses along your neck to your face causing you to squirm and giggle.
“Kuna go shower, you’re all musty and stinky.”
You urged pushing his face away causing him to furrow his eyebrows feigning hurt.
“I can’t love on my girl?”
You rolled your eyes going back to carefully separating the spirals in your hair.
“Not while you’re musty. Go shower baby I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
He groans like he’s irritated mumbling under his breath but the hot steaming water was very enticing after the tough practice he just had. Plus your shower had the perfect water pressure and he was going to use your good shampoo and conditioner despite having his own products for whenever he was over your place which was basically all the time.
“Fine.”
He stalks over to your bathroom, you hear the water turn and an exhale leaves his lips.
When you made your relationship with Sukuna public it caused shock around campus. To most people it made no sense, your aesthetics and personality’s were complete opposites, how could someone so quiet be with someone so loud? Sukuna thrived in the spotlight, he lived in the bright lights and deafening music. The never ending party’s that started in the dead of night and didn’t end till early morning. The burn of alcohol down his throat, smoke that curled around him temporarily blinding him from his responsibilities and problems. The sorority girls and cheerleaders he ended up in toxic ass relationships with. The screams and chants from the crowd from the stadium, he used to fien for that lifestyle. He chased after it like air because to Sukuna that’s all he ever knew. Since a young age his life has been full of never ending noise, one thing after another, for a long time he avoided the hush of the quiet because it was uncomfortable to him.
Yet when you came into his life, it’s like he put on glasses, yet he can’t tell if everything’s blurry or clear. You showed him that the quiet can be tranquil and comforting, not something to be scared of. Your soft smile and honeyed voice is what gets him through the day. He craves your attention and affection, the love he has for you genuinely scares him sometimes because he’d quite literally kill for you. You’ve got him wrapped around your pretty finger without even realizing it. You’ve taught him so much about himself simply by being who you are and allowing him in your life. He no longer spends his free time at parties his frat brothers hosts, he only goes when he’s required to show up for some event. When he goes he brings you along if you felt like going out that night. He started cutting back on the cigarettes and other stuff he’d normally get from choso. You mentioned how you hated the smell of cigarettes once and he just started to stop. He would occasionally light up a blunt if he was really stressed out but nothing crazy.
Because you were more to yourself by nature, people often got the misconception that you were either mean, stuck up, or shy. In which none of those cases are true. Sukuna never rushed you when you were speaking, he never forced a conversation or small talk. Sukuna didn’t treat your silence like an obstacle he had to force out of you. Nor did he take your quietness personal. He didn’t treat you based off the stereotypes people would place on you by default. He let you be yourself without feeling like you have to put on a character for somebody else.
Overtime you slowly started showing more parts of yourself to him and he was able to feel a sense of security and peace simply by being in your presence. You started to joke around and be more playful, you shared thoughts you’d normally just keep to yourself. Sukuna remembers the first time you FaceTimed him on your own accord. He answered your call halfway through the first ring, his heart beating in his ears. You were laying down on your stomach in your bed, a pink throw pillow halfway hiding your smile at how fast he answered the phone.
Sukuna steps out of the shower his hair damp, water droplets dripping on his forehead. He changes into some sweatpants and is too tired to bother with a shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen since you weren’t in your room like before. You’re standing at the counter looking like a Disney princess while making him a plate of food you made earlier. You’re still in your pink robe, your hair fluffed out and all bouncy. For someone as big as Sukuna he had the most silent footsteps. He comes up behind you, your back hitting his hard chest. His hands rub up and down your sides occasionally massaging the plush flesh of your ass before settling on your wide hips.
“Feel better?”
You ask softly turning around to face him holding out the plate to him.
“Mhm.”
He hums looking down at you with half lidded eyes. He takes the plate out of your hands only to set it back down on the counter top. His hands block you in as he continues where he left off showering you with kisses. Within a year you’ve managed to turn the Ryomen Sukuna who picks fights every where he went and partied like no tomorrow into a mushy soft hearted man who is severely in love with his beautiful girlfriend.
He kisses you along your jaw, your cheeks then on your forehead and finally a slow but sweet kiss to your lips. He finally pulled away a little breathless as he looked at you like you hung the moon.
“Missed your pretty face.”
He muttered his calloused hands gently coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“You saw me this morning Ryo.”
“Still too fuckin long.”
The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch engulfed in blankets. You tucked by his side, his arm thrown around your shoulder pulling you closer. Whatever movie you two picked for the night playing on the tv casting light across both of your faces.Rain pattering against the floor to ceiling window like background noise. With you everything seemed to fade in the background, all his problems seemed irrelevant. Being able to come home to you was a blessing he didn’t know what he did to deserve.
A/n this was way longer than I intended also I suck at dialogue.
