ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nephew!yuji worries about you when you and unckuna have an argument
it was a friday afternoon, and you were tired of sukuna never listening to your words. you curled into yourself, desperate for warmth in your cold and lonely bed, with the silent house. something was wrong.
the door creaked open just a smidge, and tiny footsteps came in, along with soft sniffles and hiccups that came from what sounded like to be yuji.
when you looked down with your eyebrows furrowed, all of your irritation was driven away when a tear-stained yuji stood by the side of your bed. you could almost feel your heart breaking into millions of pieces as he gazed up at you with a pout, with his glossy eyes and with his hands that grabbed the covers.
“oh, yuji,” you cooed, then you picked him up by the armpits and sat him on your lap, “what’s wrong, baby?”
you could hardly hear his voice over his sobs, “do you- hic- not love hic- kuna anymwore?”
you wiped at his tears, “i still love him, yuji, we just need a couple of hours away from each other, you shouldn’t be worried about this stuff.”
“please don’t leave us! i’ll- i’ll miss you, and- hic- kuna looks at photos of you like-like all the time! you’re on his phone and he talks to me about you even though he- hic- told me not to tell you!” he wailed.
he babbled on and on, snot and tears soaked your shirt as he gripped the cloth in his little fists like he was scared you’d leave. it isn’t until you placed a small, reassuring kiss on his forehead that his sobs softened to sniffles.
“i’m not leaving you two, okay?” you whispered, then focused his glossy brown eyes.
he whimpered and nodded, but his head snapped toward the bedroom door when it creaked open. his little eyebrows furrowed as he clung on tighter to you when he saw sukuna in the doorway.
“no!” yuji exclaimed as sukuna began to step closer, then held an arm out to somehow protect you, “you made her sad!”
“that’s why i’m here to apologize, brat. leave so i can do this in private.” he argued, then rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to you.
yuji grumbled and pushed him with all his might, but to no avail. “go away!” he shouted. sukuna only laughed, then gently pushed yuji as he toppled onto you.
but during a moment of silence, yuji still held onto you, then embraced you into a tiny but tight hug, and he still frowned at sukuna, while he tried his best to intimidate him.
“i didn’t mean what i said,” he mumbled, as he ashamedly looked down at the sheets, “i’m an asshole, i know that. but i’m trying to be better for you… and for this little runt here too.” he ruffled yuji’s messy hair, who huffed in protest. sukuna continued, “i’m sorry. i’ll be more considerate of your words next time,” he caressed your soft hand in his tattooed one.
yuji slowly looked back up at you with red around his eyes, “does this mean we can still have movie fridays after school?”he whispered.
“yes,” you smiled, “thank you for apologizing, kuna,” you murmured, “i love you.”
he reciprocated the words, and when you two left a kiss on each other’s lips, yuji let out a little ‘yuck!’ with a soft giggle.
suddenly, like a little boy his age who couldn’t focus on anything for more than five minutes, he ran out of the room and yelled, “i’m picking the movie!”
hope u guys like this! gonna work on another kuna requests… maybe hybrid tiger kuna
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trying to do more past tense, tell me if there’s any grammar mistakes besides capitalization
sukuna didn't do relationships. it was a known fact around the campus. he was a simple frat boy who fucked a girl and acted as if he didn't know her the next morning. you, on the other hand, are the exact opposite. you want a relationship with someone who gets you. you're no saint, you've had your fair share of hookups but after awhile that life style gets tiring. you knew not to let sukuna succeed in his flirting when you went to his frats party and he came up to you—especially after hearing other girls experiences, but he was just so good looking. how could you pass this opportunity up?
which is how now.. you're under him. skin glistening in the slight glow the moon illuminates, whining as he pounds into you roughly. "ngh–good fuckin' girl, keep moaning f'me." your legs are locked around his waist, nails dragging down his back with each nasty thrust. his balls smack against your ass, cum leaking down on the sheets from the previous rounds.
"kunaaa.." you whine, a mischievous grin appears on his face as his mind goes slightly fuzzy from the nickname—but he pays no mind to that.
"yeah babe?" he dives down into your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses on it as your hands find purchase in his salmon hair, tugging hard. "need fuckk! m–more." and how could he deny you when you sound so good for him? he manhandles you until your legs were pressed flat to your chest, holding them in place while your drooling from how his biceps buldge with each mean thrust he gives you.
he has you in the nasiest mating press, eyes rolling to the back of your head until your damn near screaming out from his cock is kissing your cervix. "kuna, m'so close! please don't stop pleasepleaseplease" useless rambles escape your mouth, his free hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. "cum f'me flower. cum. i know you can do it, give it to me baby." clear liquid gushes out of you, coating his cock and stomach before drenching the sheets below you.
he continues pounding you, your pussy giving one tight squeeze and he's burrying himself to the hilt as he cums in you. "fuuuck, so good baby. you did so good." he pulls out slowly, giving your clit a smack and grinning when you whine. surprisingly, he was good at aftercare and though you didn't know it—you're the only one he's ever cared enough for to do it. he cleans you up with a damp warm rag before cuddling up to you, tucking you in his neck as you both drift to sleep.
his eyes flutter open, the warm sun pooling in through his curtains and shining his room. though the sun warms him, he feels cold realizing you're not snuggling up next to him anymore. a yellow post-it note catches his eye. he groans, getting up and ripping it off the bedside table.
'thank you for the night kuna :)'
"tch. childish." he crumples the note and throws it randomly on the floor, ignoring the pang in his chest. he puts on sweats, yawning as he exits his room and walks down to the living room of the frat where everyone already is.
"theres our sleeping beauty!" gojo blurts out with a mouthful of food. "shut up." sukuna grumbles back, going to the kitchen to mix up a protein shake, scowl evident on his face. sure, that was sukunas usual face–especially after waking up–but today it was more.. upset. and toji noticed that. toji leans in the entrance of the kitchen.
"what's got you worked up, princess?" he teases to which sukuna just rolls his eyes. "nah, seriously, kuna. whats up your ass." the kitchen is silent for a beat, just heavy feelings weighing the air. "s'nothin." he bumps shoulders with toji as he exits the kitchen, heading back up to his room. he knows toji isn't gonna believe it. how could he?
"bull." toji shouts before sukunas door slams behind him. he sighs. and oh how sukuna wishes it wasn't. a scoff escapes his lips as his eyes wander his floor until they land on that stupid little post-it again. "so dumb."
to say that this isn’t how you thought this evening would go would be an understatement.
at some point you’d heard the doorbell ring, your light steps padded towards the sound, hoping to welcome your lover in.
he’d texted you that he would be late today. which was always code for him being overworked to the bone.
you wished to relieve him of his stress as soon as possible hence your hurried footsteps.
the door clicks open once you’ve unlocked it, a rough hand grabbing onto its hinge on the other side.
sukuna trudges in, pink hair all mussed as if out of frustration and shoulders drooped from weariness.
“bad day?” you ask. your question letting up no response.
understanding you slowly nod to yourself, better not to converse, you decide on soothing through your touch.
you help sukuna take off his jacket, hanging it up. afterwards your hands move to his upper arm trying to massage out some stress.
he shrugs you off.
your hands linger, surprised, you look up at him observing his expression. he doesn’t make eye contact.
faltering you step away, eyes darting, wanting to help but not knowing what to do, you watch as he takes his shoes off.
for some reason this whole ordeal had bloomed a certain anxiety inside of you, one you hadn’t felt in a while.
a certain urge to please.
grasping for straws you try to lighten up the mood “well no need to be so lovely” you joke, hiding behind sarcasm.
“WILL YOU STOP” sukuna says his tone harsh and much louder than necessary.
it isn’t anything you expected and unknowingly you flinch away your hands coming up to protect yourself.
the air is charged, his heavy breaths following.
his eyes narrow at your expression and the implication behind your physical reaction.
and then something breaks.
when you both realize what you’d thought would happen.
you thought he’d hurt you. well you didn’t, not at all, it’s just how your body chose to react.
a protective mechanism.
you breathe hard, feeling a sting behind your eyes causing you to blink faster, trying not to let your hurt slip.
“baby..” his voice comes a mere whisper, a sharp contrast to his earlier statement.
“i didn’t mean that” he breathes out in a rush his hands reaching out for you, but you’d already turned away.
sukuna’s mind races, he feels a certain dread as his hands curl back returning empty.
fuck.
you pace in your room, the anxiety that had bloomed shoving its thorns through your sternum.
‘he had no right to speak to you in such a way.
right?
yes, he had no right.’
those tears had long since faded, moulding into anger.
‘you’d only wanted to help.
you ought to go tell him now, set things straight.
no he doesn’t deserve it.
he should man up and come to you himself.’
reaching a resolve you stop your pacing.
as if sukuna had heard your thoughts, he tentatively walks into your room, eyes locking onto yours.
“go away” your voice comes out sharp, laced with anger.
sukuna winces, knowing he deserves it. his girlfriend who was always so sweet now repulsed by him, he knew it was his fault.
he walks up to you, your brows furrow as you look up, unfortunate how much taller and larger he was than you. this fact not helping with intimidation on your end.
your heated gaze throws him off, you see the shakiness in his eyes, the simple guilt.
“i didn’t..mean that” he speaks, softer now.
“huh?” you sneer.
“i said, i didn’t mean that”
“so?”
sukuna’s hands clench, “so…?” he’s confused.
you stay silent, your chin raised.
“that was wrong of me, however mad” he sighs “i was, i shouldn’t have taken it out on you”
“forgive me, doll?” he looks at you weakly.
“you’re such an ass”
sukuna nods, the guy who didn’t budge for anyone now desperate for your approval.
“i don’t deserve you”
you cross your arms, “don’t say that”
sensing an opening he pulls you into his arms, you don’t hug him back but you don’t move away either.
“it is the truth ah-“ sukuna winces a sudden sharp pain on his ear as you pull on it bringing him down to eye level with you.
the pain isn’t much for him, it never is but he still reacts dramatically and apologizes profusely until you finally let it go.
“don’t let it happen again” you warn nudging your finger at him.
“yes ma’am” he nods following behind you like a big puppy.
firefly; this is soooo ooc but i wanted to write one where the reader stands on business SAWRY
Your hand curls around what should have been Sukuna's arm but instead flexes against air, eyes still closed, you pat around the bed feeling absolutely no one.
The other side of the bed is cold.
Not empty-cold, not abandoned-cold. Just cold enough to tell you he’s been gone for a while.
For a moment you consider rolling over and going back to sleep.
Then you glance at the monitor.
The nursery light is on.
A small square of blue glow and a large shadow by the crib.
You push yourself out of bed.
The hardwood floor is cool beneath your feet.
Your body still aches in strange places. Recovery has been slower than you expected. Motherhood has been more beautiful and more terrifying than anyone managed to explain.
The nursery door is cracked open when you reach it.
You stop before stepping inside.
Sukuna is crouched beside the crib.
Not standing.
Not leaning.
Crouched.
As though getting any closer might somehow disturb the tiny sleeping boy in front of him.
The nightlight paints the room with deep hazy blue little white stars speckling the ceiling.
Your son’s fists are curled near his face. His chest rises and falls in tiny, steady breaths.
And Sukuna is staring at him.
Not with pride.
Not even with wonder.
With fear.
Real fear.
The kind you’ve almost never seen on him.
You don’t announce yourself right away, you just stay in the doorway watching with the kind of wonder people usually reserve for seeing an endangered species.
But the sight in front of you almost feels the same.
His forearms rest on his knees.
His head is slightly bowed.
For a long moment he says nothing.
Then quietly,
“You’re so small.”
His voice sounds rough.
Unused.
Like he hasn’t spoken in hours.
The baby sighs in his sleep.
Sukuna’s gaze follows every movement.
Every breath.
Every twitch.
As if he’s making sure he’s still there.
“I keep waiting for it.”
You frown.
Something twists in your chest.
“Waiting for what?”
The word leaves before you mean to speak.
His shoulders tense.
Not because he’s startled.
Because he’s been caught.
For a second he doesn’t look at you.
Doesn’t move.
Then he exhales.
“The other shoe.”
You step into the room.
Slowly.
The floor creaks beneath your feet.
“He looks like me.”
The confession is quiet.
You glance toward the crib.
Your son has his eyes.
The same sharp brows though faint.
The same shape to his mouth.
You know exactly what Sukuna sees when he looks at him.
Not a baby.
A reflection.
“I know.”
He laughs once.
There’s no humor in it.
“That’s the problem.”
The room falls silent.
You watch his jaw tighten.
Watch him stare at the sleeping child.
Watch a man who has never been afraid of much suddenly look terrified of something he can’t fight.
“What if he gets the worst of me?”
The question hangs there heavy and wrong.
“I know what I was like.”
His eyes never leave the crib.
“What I am.”
You hate hearing him talk like that.
Not because it’s untrue.
Not because it’s true.
Because you know exactly how long he’s carried it.
The list of things he regrets.
The parts of himself he’s spent years trying to outrun.
“What if he’s angry like me?”
His voice is barely above a whisper now.
“What if he’s cruel?”
“What if I teach him something wrong without realizing it?”
Your throat tightens.
“What if one day he looks at someone the way I used to look at people?”
“What if he becomes the kind of man I wouldn’t have wanted around you?”
For a moment neither of you speak like maybe he’s out of what if’s.
The nursery hums softly around you.
The monitor light blinks.
Outside, the world keeps moving slowly starting to wake up.
But inside, everything narrows to the space between your husband and your sleeping son.
You move closer.
Close enough to touch.
Close enough to smell the soap on his skin.
Then you squat down with him and rest your chin on his shoulder.
His body goes still.
Not because he doesn’t expect affection.
Because he doesn’t expect comfort.
Not when he’s talking about things he’d rather hide.
You look into the crib with him.
At your son.
At the tiny human who has no idea how fiercely he’s already loved.
“No.”
Sukuna doesn’t answer, but you feel him listening in the way his body slows his harsh breaths.
“No, he’s probably going to get the worst parts of both of us.”
That earns the smallest snort.
“He’s going to inherit my stubbornness,”
“My tendency to make terrible decisions,”
“Your inability to ask for help.”
His shoulder shifts slightly beneath your chin.
“And our combined talent for being difficult.”
That one almost makes him smile.
Almost.
The tension in the room eases by a fraction.
Just enough.
You slide your hand over his shoulder.
Lace your fingers together across his chest.
“But he’s also going to get the best parts.”
Sukuna is quiet.
“I don’t know if there are any.”
You squeeze his hand.
Hard.
“There are.”
His eyes close briefly.
You keep talking before he can argue.
“He’s going to be brave.”
You glance at the crib.
“He’s going to be loyal.”
Your voice softens.
“He’s going to love hard.”
And then, because it’s the thing Sukuna never sees when he looks at himself—
“He’s going to be protective.”
You feel him swallow.
“He’ll get that from you.”
For a long moment he says nothing.
The baby shifts in his sleep.
Makes a tiny noise.
Immediately Sukuna’s attention snaps back to him, instant, instinctive, protective over something as meaningless as a sound.
You watch it happen.
Watch the concern appear before he even realizes it.
And something inside you aches.
“There.”
You nod toward the crib.
Toward your son.
Toward the man crouched beside him.
“That’s what he’ll learn.”
Sukuna’s eyes stay fixed on the baby.
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
You rest your chin against the top of his head.
“But I know you.”
Silence.
Then a whisper so quiet you almost miss it,
“I really don’t want to fail him.”
Your eyes sting.
Because for all his fear.
For all his flaws.
For all the ghosts he keeps expecting to find in himself—
Bad fathers don’t sit awake in the middle of the night worrying about becoming bad fathers.
Bad fathers don’t crouch beside cribs.
Bad fathers don’t spend hours staring at their sleeping sons, terrified of passing on their mistakes.
Sukuna lost a bet and now he has three weeks to make you fall in love with him or he'll fail the exam along with his entire gang. Because after all you are the one who will help them at the exam.
Just one month and two weeks left until graduation.
The thought alone was enough to make you smile as you traced a finger over the spine of your heavy textbook. For the first time in your life, real independence felt like something you could actually touch. And soon you would be working a full time position as a graphic designer, finally earning your own money. You already had a mental list of all the things you wanted to buy, starting with the cute dresses, high heels, and outfits you usually had to pass up while living on a strict budget.
You weren’t a textbook nerd. you were just a girl who wanted to be successful. You worked because you had to. Your scholarship kept you in school, and your part time job at a small, quiet pet shop covered the rest. Life wasn't perfect your dad was a total asshole who contributed nothing but stress but you had carved out a peaceful existence despite him.
The only real flaw in your daily routine was the lingering ache of loneliness.
Whenever you wanted to hang out with your best friend, Shoko, she always seemed to be busy with Suguru. You knew without a doubt that if you voiced even a hint of loneliness, Shoko would drop Suguru in a heartbeat to come running to your side. But the crushing weight of guilt always stopped you. Why would you force your best friend to leave the person she loved just to keep your lonely ass company?
So, you learned to content yourself with your own company. You spent your evenings at the pet shop talking to the older ladies who came in, nursing sick animals back to health, drawing in your sketchbook, and baking small treats in your quiet apartment. For you, that comfort was enough.
And then, there was Ryomen Sukuna.
He was a total asshole. Sukuna walked through the campus corridors like he owned the whole world and honestly, maybe he did. He was terrifyingly intimidating, possessing a raw, dangerous presence that made even the largest men on campus look small and fragile in front of him. Not that he cared.
Sukuna focused his formidable energy on only a few things...frat parties, fucking around, smoking, drinking, and ruling over his circle of friends. His boys weren't exactly a good influence, though it was universally understood that Sukuna was the true bad influence driving the group forward.
"Who can steal the next test papers from the principal's office?" Kenjaku asked, sliding lazily down the side of the worn out frat house couch.
Sukuna took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a fierce amber before he carelessly stubbed it out in the overcrowded ashtray. "It's too risky right now" he muttered, his rough, gravelly voice cutting through the thick layer of smoke in the room. "They upgraded the locks."
Mahito let out an annoyed, dramatic sigh from the floor. "We could always ask that rich bastard Gojo for help."
Sukuna scoffed, a dark, dangerous sound vibrating in his chest. "Over my dead body. That arrogant fuck thinks he runs the place."
Kenjaku burst into a loud laugh. "He’s got the keys, though."
"I don't care. He's always hanging around your brother like he's his shadow," Sukuna snorted, throwing a sharp look at Kenjaku. Despite being brothers, Kenjaku and Suguru were entirely different people, operating in completely different circles.
"How about we just get someone to help us pass the damn test?" Toji interjected, finally putting his phone down on the coffee table.
"Whom? Everyone in that class is stupid as fuck" Mahito complained, blindly grabbing another handful of chips from a crumpled packet.
Toji rolled his eyes, shifting his weight. "As if you're some kind of genius, Mahito. What about that kid? The one with the short brown hair and glasses. He’s been in our lectures for three years. He can help us."
"Nah, that nerd is annoying as hell" Kenjaku countered, casually stealing a handful of chips from Mahito’s bag. "He’s the history teacher’s kid. The second we ask for a cheat sheet, the bastard will snitch on us."
Kenjaku paused, his eyes lighting up with a sudden, malicious spark of inspiration. "Wait... What about that girl? The one who always hangs out with Suguru's girl? She’s incredibly smart, and she keeps her mouth shut. She could practically write the test for us."
Sukuna rolled his dark eyes, leaning his head back against the couch. "Nah. I don't think she'd help us. She doesn't even look at us."
"Let's make a bet!" Kenjaku suggested, a sharp, conniving smirk spreading across his face. "Sukuna, how about you? Make that girl fall completely in love with you, use her to get the answers to the test, and then dump her right after we pass."
Mahito burst into a cruel, loud fit of laughter, slapping his knee. "That is an amazing idea! We get a guaranteed passing grade, and we get to watch Sukuna play boyfriend. It’s perfect."
Sukuna scoffed, dismissively waving his hand. "Stupid ass ideas-"
"Oh? Don't tell me the great Ryomen Sukuna is scared?" Kenjaku taunted, tilting his head with a mocking sigh. "Tsk, tsk. Alright then. If you can't handle a simple girl, I guess-"
Sukuna’s eyebrows snapped together, his gaze instantly turning lethal. When it came to his ego, he couldn't tolerate even the slightest challenge. "I'll do it."
Toji looked at Sukuna, a rare flash of genuine caution crossing his features as he shook his head. "Man...that’s brutal. Just be careful."
The rest of the room merely scoffed at Toji’s uncharacteristic warning, returning to their drinks. "You have three weeks until the exam" Kenjaku reminded him, his smirk wider than ever.
Sukuna let out a dark, confident chuckle, his eyes narrowing with dangerous intent. "Three weeks is more than enough time to make a pathetic girl fall in love."
The next morning, you were sitting alone at your usual double desk. Shoko was going to be out of the country with her family for the next two weeks, planning to return just in time to sit for the final exam. Because you were a loyal friend, you were currently busy compiling and organizing detailed notes to send to her email, returning the favor from all the times she had helped you balance your crazy work schedule.
You let out a quiet sigh, your pen scratching against your notebook as the professor’s monotonous voice droned on in the background.
Suddenly, a loud, heavy thud echoed right beside you, vibrating through the wood of the desk. For a split second, your heart leaped, thinking Shoko had somehow made a surprise early return. But Shoko never made that much noise.
Turning your head, your breath caught sharply in your throat.
Sitting right next to you was none other than Ryomen Sukuna. He was, admittedly, the biggest unacknowledged crush of the entire campus, but he was also someone you never expected to speak to. You blinked in confusion. What was he doing here? His friends were nowhere to be seen not that any of them ever bothered to attend this specific lecture.
You quietly cleared your throat, attempting to break the sudden, suffocating tension.
Sukuna slowly looked up from his phone, his dark, heavy gaze locking onto yours. He deliberately set his phone face down on the desk before tilting his head. "This seat is free, right?" he asked, his rough voice sending a strange shiver down your spine.
You offered a small, cautious hum. "You ask before sitting down?"
A slow, amused smirk spread across Sukuna's lips at your defensive tone. Well, look at that. You weren't nearly as meek or timid as his friends had led him to believe.
"Touché" he murmured, turning his massive frame entirely toward you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow that made you feel incredibly small. The intricate, dark tattoos tracing down his face and neck were mesmerizing up close. "Can I ask you for a favor?"
You blinked, trying to maintain your composure. "Mhm, yeah. Sure?"
"Can you help me study for the upcoming history test?"
You paused, thoroughly taken aback. "Mhm... I can teach you. Sure. We can do it after classes."
"Perfect" Sukuna said, sliding his phone across the desk toward your hand. "Give me your number then, so I can contact you."
You stared at the device for a moment before gently picking it up, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed your digits into his contacts. You were completely bewildered by the sudden request, but a small part of your lonely heart felt a flicker of warmth. Maybe he wasn't the monster everyone made him out to be. Finally, someone was taking the time to approach you.
"See you around then" Sukuna said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. Without a single care for the professor who was still actively lecturing at the front of the room, he stood up and walked right out of the classroom.
Well, that was incredibly weird you thought to yourself later that evening as you unlocked the door to your apartment. You quickly fired off a text to Shoko, explaining the weird ass interaction. Shoko’s reply was instant, brief, and fiercely protective: 'Stay away from him.'
You sighed and texted back an agreement. She was entirely right. Sukuna was trouble.
Despite Shoko's warning, the next afternoon found you sitting at a corner table in the campus library, a massive history textbook propped open between you and Sukuna.
He was dressed down today, wearing a pair of casual grey sweatpants and an oversized black tee that left his heavily tattooed arms on full display. Despite his relaxed posture, he looked undeniably handsome, his sharp jawline highlighted by the harsh library lights. You felt suddenly self-conscious in your simple navy blue jeans and plain white top.
You kept a close eye on the clock. You had a shift at the pet shop in exactly two hours, so you needed to make this session as efficient as possible.
"Look, this specific question has a high chance of appearing on the exam," you explained gently, tapping a neatly highlighted paragraph with the tip of your pen. "The Cold War section is pretty straightforward, so we won't waste time on it today. Let's focus on these chapters instead, okay?"
Sukuna gave a lazy nod, his chin resting in his palm.
In reality, he was barely processing a single word. Every time you looked down at your notes, his eyes would drift, completely spacing out as he checked the clock or traced the patterns on the table. But the moment your eyes snapped back up to meet his, he would quickly nod, pretending to be fully engaged.
When you finally closed the heavy textbook with a soft thud, his attention instantly snapped back to you.
"You free after this?" he asked, a familiar, confident smirk playing on his lips. "I can take you to a cafe down the street as a thank you."
You offered him a gentle, appreciative smile. A tiny wave of relief washed over you; he really was trying to be nice. Maybe the campus rumors were entirely wrong about him.
"I'm sorry, I can't today" you replied softly, packing your notebooks into your bag. "I have to get to work. How about another time? We still have a few weeks left before the test, and we've barely scratched the surface of the material."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Uh... yeah. Yeah, sure. Where do you work anyway?" He asked, his voice carrying a strange hint of genuine curiosity.
"I work in a small pet shop a few blocks away" you said, a bright smile automatically forming at the thought of the animals.
Sukuna’s lips twitched. A pet shop. Of course. You looked far too sweet and innocent to be working in some loud, crowded bar or restaurant. "I can walk you there, I guess," he muttered, abruptly standing up, grabbing his single notebook, and shoving it carelessly into his leather bag.
"Alright" you agreed, surprised but happy for the company.
The walk to the shop was filled with a surprisingly comfortable silence. The evening air was cool, and Sukuna simply kept his hands in his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning the streets as he walked at a pace that perfectly matched yours.
"What are your plans after graduation?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence as you crossed a street.
You looked up at him, your eyes shining. "Oh, I'm going to start working full-time as a graphic designer. I love art, so it's a dream come true" you said, your face lighting up with genuine excitement.
Sukuna looked down at you, watching the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. "Hm. I see."
"What about you?" you asked.
"Going to take over the family business" he stated flatly, his tone completely nonchalant.
You gave an understanding nod. "Ah, that makes sense. That's why you're so relaxed about these classes."
"Something like that" he murmured.
Soon enough, you arrived in front of the quaint, brightly lit pet store. You stopped by the door, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. "Thank you for walking with me, Sukuna. See you around." You waved gently, giving him one last smile.
He offered a brief, silent nod before turning on his heel and walking away into the evening crowd.
And just like that, a whole week flew by.
Sukuna consistently stayed behind after classes, sitting beside you in the library and actually listening to your explanations. To his own surprise, he was starting to find the sessions somewhat engaging. You had created custom flashcards and short, competitive quizzes for him.and if there was one thing a guy like Sukuna loved, it was showing off when he knew the answers.
He started buying you warm tea before your study sessions, and he never failed to walk you to the pet shop or all the way to your apartment afterward. You convinced yourself he was only doing it to return the favor for the tutoring.
But as the days bled together, you found yourself falling for the version of Sukuna he showed to you. He was quiet, surprisingly patient, and attentive. Sure, he could still act like an arrogant jerk sometimes especially when he chose to completely ignore your corrections.but beneath the rough exterior, he was genuinely fun to be around.
One evening, you were walking home from a grueling shift at the pet store. You were physically exhausted, your muscles aching, but your heart was completely full. The shop had taken in a tiny, fragile kitten earlier that day. She was so small, weak, and malnourished that she couldn't even feed herself, so you had volunteered to take her home for the night to care for her around the clock.
You carried the tiny creature carefully in a small, blanket-lined cardboard box, keeping it close to your chest.
As you passed by the local park, your eyes caught sight of a familiar figure sitting alone on a park bench. It was Sukuna. A bright smile immediately broke across your tired face, and you altered your steps to walk toward him.
"Hey!" you called out softly.
Sukuna looked up from his phone, his initial expression one of pure, unbothered boredom. "Wassup?" he muttered, pocketing his phone. "hanging around?"
You shook your head, carefully stepping over the grass. "No, I'm just on my way home from work. But look."
You gently sat down on the bench beside him. Sukuna’s long legs were spread wide, taking up a massive amount of space, and you felt a sudden, fierce blush creep up your neck as your thigh brushed against his. Desperate to hide your burning cheeks, you hurriedly tilted the cardboard box toward him, revealing the tiny, sleeping kitten inside.
Sukuna parted his lips to say something, but before a word could form, a loud voice cut through the quiet park air.
"Uncle Kuna!! Who is that?! Is she your girlfriend?!"
A tiny boy, looking no older than five years old, came barreling down the paved path, running straight toward the bench with boundless energy. Your jaw nearly dropped. The little boy had the exact same wild, pinkish-black hair as Sukuna. For a terrifying second, you thought Sukuna had a secret child, but the word 'uncle' quickly registered in your brain.
"Shut up, brat" Sukuna barked automatically, though there was a distinct lack of real heat in his voice.
The little boy immediately stopped in front of the bench, letting out a dramatic pout before his wide, curious eyes locked onto you.
"Hello! I'm Yuji Itadori!" the boy announced proudly, puffing out his chest. "I'm five years old, and I love my Uncle Kuna! Pretty lady, what's your name?"
A genuine, breathless giggle escaped your lips, and you carefully placed the kitten's box onto the bench between you and Sukuna so you could properly face the child.
"Hello, Yuji" you said softly, your voice melting with warmth. "I'm your uncle's classmate. We're friends. My name is Y/n and you are so adorable." You reached out, gently patting his chubby cheek.
Yuji’s eyes went wide, a bright pink blush immediately coloring his face.
"Oh? Are you blushing, brat?" Sukuna mocked, a massive, genuine smirk breaking across his face as he poked the back of his nephew's head.
"No, I'm not!" Yuji yelled back, crossing his small arms defensively.
Sukuna snorted, his gaze softening in a way you had never seen before as he looked over at you. "Let's walk you home. It's getting too late for you to be out by yourself."
"Yes! Me and Uncle Kuna will protect the pretty lady from the bad guys!" Yuji cheered, instantly forgetting his anger as he carefully peeked into the cardboard box to look at the kitten.
"Her name is Y/n, brat" Sukuna growled playfully, reaching out to gently tug Yuji away by the collar of his shirt before the boy could accidentally wake the sick animal. "Don't crowd it, it's not a toy."
The walk to your apartment building that night was the happiest you had been in months. With Sukuna walking closely on your right and little Yuji scaling the curbs on your left, you laughed so hard your cheeks genuinely ached. For the first time in a long time, you felt a deep, profound sense of belonging.
By the time the second week came to a close, your relationship with Sukuna had shifted completely. He had even come over to your apartment a few times under the guise of studying. During one specific late-night session, while you were leaning over his shoulder to point out a map, he had turned his head so suddenly that your lips were mere inches apart. The intense, heavy look in his eyes had made your breath hitch, and you had secretly, desperately wanted him to close the distance.
He was everything you could ever want. Sure, he was a rough, easily irritated man to the rest of the world, but with you, he was different. He brought you your favorite tea, he listened to your rants about the pet store, and he actually studied the material you gave him.
You were completely, entirely in love with him.
And you were absolutely certain he felt the same way. Granted, his friends.Mahito and Kenjaku sometimes gave you so strange, mocking looks whenever you passed them in the hallways, but you brushed it off as them just being immature. Even the popular girls on campus were starting to look at you with bitter jealousy. You didn't care. You were happy.
"And... that's finally everything" you said with a bright smile, gently closing the thick history notebook and sliding it across the library table. "I bet you're going to write the really well this test tomorrow, Sukuna."
Sukuna leaned back, a casual smirk on his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you're there early tomorrow to help me do a final review before the papers are handed out, alright?"
"Of course" you promised, your heart doing a little flutter. "I'll come extra early so we can practice one last time."
He nodded, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He paused, looking down at you for a long moment before reaching out and playfully pinching your cheek. "Tonight. Come to the frat house. There's a party at 9 PM. Be there."
Before you could even answer, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting at the table with a burning blush and a silly smile plastered across your face.
As Sukuna walked out of the library, his smirk faded into a complicated expression. He had actually grown to enjoy the time he spent with you, but his stubborn ego refused to let him admit it. He kept reminding himself that this was all just a means to an end a game to pass a stupid test and prove to his boys that he could pull off any challenge thrown his way. It was just a bet. Nothing more.
Meanwhile, you spent the entire afternoon in a state of pure, jittery excitement. You had even taken a rare night off from the pet store.
For the very first time in your life, you dressed up in something intentionally bold. It was a stunning, short black dress that hugged every single curve of your body perfectly. You slipped into a pair of elegant high heels, styled your hair into a perfectly loose, messy bun, and spent an hour carefully following a makeup tutorial until your reflection looked absolutely flawless.
You looked beautiful. And tonight, you promised yourself, you were finally going to tell Sukuna that you loved him.
When your cab dropped you off at the frat house, the entire street was buzzing. Bass vibrated through the ground, and cars lined the block. The second you pushed the heavy front door open, a wave of immediate regret washed over you. The house was a chaotic, suffocating sea of sweaty bodies, flashing lights, and screaming music. Finding Sukuna in this mess was going to be nearly impossible.
Pushing past a group of girls who were dancing wildly, you navigated your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself a quiet glass of water just to steady your nerves.
You checked the backyard balcony, but he wasn't there. Sicking your teeth, you decided to head upstairs, hoping he was hanging out in one of the quieter rooms. As you reached the top of the crowded staircase, you accidentally collided with a broad chest.
"I'm so sorry!" you quickly apologized, looking up.
"It's fine" a rough, deep voice replied.
You recognized him instantly it was Toji, one of Sukuna's close friends. He had sharp green eyes and a distinct scar resting on his lip. But as he looked down at you, his eyes didn't hold their usual mocking glint. Instead, he looked at you with a strange, heavy expression that bordered on pity. Before you could even ask him if he had seen Sukuna, Toji quietly stepped past you and disappeared down the stairs.
Confused, you continued down the dimly lit hallway. You carefully opened the first two doors, only to quickly shut them after stumbling upon couples making out in the dark.
As you approached the very last door at the end of the hall, the sound of familiar laughter filtered through the wood. You raised your hand, about to knock, when Mahito’s loud, obnoxious voice cut through the air.
"Hell nah! Are you serious, Sukuna?! That nerd actually thinks you like her?!"
You froze, your hand hovering inches from the door. Your heart stopped
.
Sukuna’s distinct, dark chuckle echoed from inside the room. "Yeah, yeah. Just relax. Tomorrow we're all going to pass this fucking test with perfect marks thanks to her."
"Man, that's brutal" Kenjaku laughed loudly. "Are you seriously going to dump her the second the exam is over?"
"Dude, don't!" Mahito chimed in, snickering. "Keep her around! I swear she could be useful for something!"
Sukuna let out a dismissive snort. "Nah. I'm gonna tell her it was all just a bet. She's smart, she'll get it."
A cruel chorus of laughter erupted from inside the room.
Out in the hallway, the world completely fell away. You stood there frozen, dressed in your beautiful new clothes, wearing the makeup you had spent hours mastering, feeling like the most pathetic, foolish girl in the entire world. You weren't a person to them. You were just a pawn. A joke. A convenient tool for a group of handsome, privileged guys who needed a passing grade.
Tears instantly flooded your eyes, spilling over your lashes and ruining the makeup you had been so proud of. The air in the hallway suddenly felt completely unbreathable, the heavy bass of the music downstairs pounding painfully against your ribcage.
Turning on your heel, you ran.
You shoved past the crowded bodies in the hallway, practically flying down the stairs as sob after sob ripped from your throat. You burst through the front doors of the frat house and into the cool night air, desperately pulling out your phone to call a cab. When the car finally pulled up, the driver took one look at your tea -streaked face and broken expression, offering a sympathetic sigh before quietly driving you away from the nightmare.
The moment you crossed the threshold of your apartment, the dam broke. You aggressively reached behind your back, ripping the zipper of the black dress down and tearing it off your body, throwing it straight into the trash can. You stumbled into the bathroom, harshly scrubbing the makeup off your face with cold water until your skin was raw and red.
Finally, you threw yourself onto your empty bed, burying your face in the pillows as you cried yourself to sleep, the agonizing sound of your own heartbreak echoing in the quiet room.
Back at the party, Sukuna casually checked his phone. It was already past 10:00 PM, and there was still absolutely no sign of you. Why hadn't you texted him? You were never late.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he stood up from the couch and scratched his tattooed arm. "I'm going downstairs" he muttered to Kenjaku, leaving the room to navigate the dense crowd below.
He moved through the sweaty masses, his eyes automatically scanning the room for the specific hair color and quiet presence he had grown so incredibly used to over the past three weeks. He coldly pushed away several girls who tried to wrap their arms around his neck, his annoyance growing by the second.
Heading out to the balcony for some fresh air, he found Toji leaning against the railing, quietly smoking a cigarette.
"Wassup" Sukuna muttered, leaning against the rail beside him. "Give me one." He grabbed a cigarette from Toji's offered pack, lighting it quickly.
"Looking for someone?" Toji asked, his green eyes fixed on the dark backyard.
Sukuna immediately shook his head, taking a sharp drag. "Nah. Why would I be?"
Toji exhaled a cloud of smoke, his voice completely flat. "I saw that girl. Y/n. She was here."
Sukuna’s entire body went rigid, his head snapping toward Toji. "Yeah? Where is she?"
"She went upstairs a while ago. Looked like she was searching for you."
Sukuna’s chest tightened with a strange, inexplicable surge of panic. He tossed his cigarette over the railing and immediately turned back toward the house. "Yeah, whatever. That girl... what a total nerd" he muttered loudly, desperately trying to sound completely unbothered so Toji wouldn't think he actually cared. "I'm gonna go find someo bitch to dance with."
But the second he was out of Toji's sight, Sukuna pulled out his phone, his thumbs flying across the screen.
Sukuna: Hey, where you at?
The message instantly marked as Delivered. He waited five minutes. No response.
Sukuna: You at the party or what?
Still nothing. Only the cold Delivered.
For the rest of the night, Sukuna couldn't focus on a single thing. He convinced himself that he was only looking for you because he needed to ensure his passing grade for tomorrow's test. Nothing more. But as the hours ticked by, he found himself opening every single closed door in the frat house, roughly shoving people out of his way just to check every corner of the property. You were completely gone.
Frustrated, anxious, and deeply unsettled, Sukuna ended up drinking far more than he usually did, desperately trying to drown out the sudden, heavy ache in his chest. He tried calling your number a dozen times until his vision blurred, eventually passing out cold on his bed.
The harsh blare of his alarm woke Sukuna up the next morning. His head was pounding with a vicious hangover, but his eyes snapped open with immediate clarity. Today was the exam. More importantly, he was going to see you.
He quickly threw on a pair of clean clothes, ignoring the texts from Mahito as he practically sprinted out of his room, got into his car, and sped toward the campus. His phone sat on the passenger seat, completely silent. You still hadn't replied to a single text or call.
When he arrived at the lecture hall, he bypassed his usual crowd outside and walked straight through the doors.
For the first time in his entire academic life, Ryomen Sukuna was the very first student to arrive in the classroom. The few early rising students stared at him in utter shock as he walked down the aisle, but he ignored them completely. He marched straight to your usual double desk and sat down, carefully leaving the chair right beside him completely empty. He kept his eyes glued to the door, waiting for you to walk through it.
His friends strolled in a few minutes later, throwing him confused looks before taking their seats a few rows back.
The professor finally walked in, holding a thick stack of exam papers. The atmosphere in the room instantly turned tense and nervous. Sukuna’s eyes remained locked on the entrance, his heart hammering against his ribs. Where the hell are you?
As the professor approached his desk to hand him a paper, Sukuna forcefully cleared his throat. " We should wait a few more minutes. Not everyone is here yet."
The professor blinked in surprise, adjusting his glasses. "Oh, if you're referring to Miss Shoko and Miss Y/n, there's no need to wait. Shoko’s family extended their trip, and Y/n called in this morning stating she is violently ill. They will take a makeup exam when they return."
Sukuna’s breath completely caught in his throat, a cold weight dropping into the pit of his stomach. Sick? Why hadn't you told him? Did something happen to you at the party last night? Did someone put something in your drink?
"Hell nah, that nerd really left us out to dry," Mahito whispered loudly from behind him, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Shut the fuck up" Sukuna snarled, his voice so dangerously low and lethal that Mahito instantly went quiet.
Sukuna fiercely flipped the exam paper over, intending to leave it blank out of pure rage but as his eyes scanned the questions, his hands stopped shaking. The answers practically leaped off the page at him. Your gentle voice echoed clearly in his mind, reminding him of the flashcards, the tricks, and the specific historical timelines you had forced him to memorize. You had taught him so incredibly well that he didn't even need to think.
He flew through the test in record time, his pen moving furiously. Before he even walked out, he roughly scrawled the answers on a scrap piece of paper and covertly slammed it onto Toji’s desk, ensuring his friends would pass too.
The second he finished, he marched down the steps, shoved his exam paper directly into the professor’s hands, and walked right out of the building, leaving the entire class staring after him in stunned silence.
He didn't care about the test. He didn't care about the class.
He got into his car and drove like a maniac toward the familiar apartment building he had spent the last two weeks walking to. His phone was still completely dead to your contact.
Arriving at your door, he didn't care about manners or neighbors. He raised his massive fist and began pounding heavily against the wood, the loud thuds echoing down the quiet apartment corridor.
Inside, you were curled into a tight ball underneath your blankets. You felt entirely hollow, your body aching from crying for hours on end. You hadn't eaten a single thing all day, and you felt physically nauseous. All you wanted to do was disappear into the dark.
But the obnoxious, relentless pounding on your front door was making your head split in two.
With a exhausted, heavy sigh, you finally forced your weak legs to stand. You dragged your feet across the cold floor, wrapping your oversized t-shirt tightly around yourself as you unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open.
The second the door swung wide, Sukuna’s furious expression instantly crumbled.
You looked devastatingly pale, your eyes terribly swollen and red from crying. Yet, even in your oversized clothes and unbrushed hair, his heart clenched painfully at the sight of you.
"Damn it, Y/n! What the hell happened?!" he roared, his voice laced with a raw, frantic panic he couldn't hide. "I've been calling you and texting you all night! Today was the fucking test! Where the hell were you-"
A cold, bitter scoff escaped your lips, cutting him off entirely. You leaned against the doorframe, looking at him with eyes that were entirely dead and devoid of the warmth he had grown used to.
"Oh, my bad Sukuna," you whispered, your voice dripping with sharp, unadulterated venom. "I am so sorry that I couldn't make it to the test to hand deliver the answers to you and your pathetic friends, why are you even here right now? Aren't you supposed to be dumping me today since the exam is officialy over?"
Sukuna froze, his entire face going completely pale. His chest tightened so hard he could barely draw a breath. He felt a sharp, agonizing ache pierce his heart. You knew. He didn't know how, and he didn't know who told you, but you knew every single thing. And for the first time in his life, Ryomen Sukuna felt a wave of pure, unmitified terror.
"No... Y/n, that's not... listen to me, that's not what it is" he stammered, his loud, confident voice completely failing him as he stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder.
You flinched away from his touch as if his hand were made of fire, letting out a sharp, breathless laugh.
"Please! Don't even start!" you yelled, tears freshly springing into your eyes as your voice trembled with raw pain. "What are you going to say now? 'Let me explain, Y/n? The boys made me do it, but I really like you now?' Is that your script, Sukuna? Well, congratulations. You probably passed your history test today. But you officially passed the test of being a total, disgusting fucking asshole. Now get the fuck away from my door, because I never want to see your pathetic face ever again!"
With every ounce of strength left in your body, you grabbed the edge of the heavy door and slammed it shut right in his face. The loud crack echoed through the hallway, followed immediately by the sharp click of the lock turning.
On the other side of the door, you collapsed against the wood, sliding down to the floor as a fresh wave of violent sobs took over your body.
Sukuna stood frozen in the hallway, his hand still suspended in mid-air. He felt completely shattered. "Hey!!" he suddenly yelled, throwing his weight against the door, his fist pounding against the wood again. "Fuck! Y/n, just open the damn door! Just fucking listen to me for one second! I swear to God, let me make it up to you! Y/n!!!"
He yelled until his throat was completely raw. He didn't leave.
One hour passed. Then three. Then six.
Sukuna remained standing firmly right outside your apartment door, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with a desperate, agonizing determination. The neighbors poked their heads out, staring at the terrifying, heavily tattooed campus kingpin standing guard in their hallway like a broken shadow. Eventually, someone called the police.
From your bedroom window, you quietly watched through the blinds as two police officers escorted a furious, glaring Sukuna out of the building and into the parking lot. A small, bittersweet pang hit your chest, but you quickly turned away, wrapping your blankets tightly around yourself.
He had won his bet, but as Sukuna looked back up at your dark, silent window from the street below, he realized he had lost the only thing that actually mattered.
A whole year had crawled by, but for Ryomen Sukuna, time had completely stalled.
The days, weeks, and months following that final, devastating afternoon had been a blur of frantic searching and bitter regret. He had shown up to the graduation ceremony early, his eyes scanning the crowd of caps and gowns until his vision blurred, but your seat remained empty. He had spent the entire night of prom leaning against the wall of the grand hall, ignoring the girls trying to catch his eye, waiting for a black dress that never walked through the doors. You had simply vanished, leaving a quiet, echoing void where you used to be.
He didn’t tell his boys a single thing about what had happened. He couldn't. Admitting that he had fallen desperately, hopelessly in love with the girl he was supposed to ruin only for her to completely break him instead would have made him look weak. It would have made him look pathetic.
And Sukuna absolutely hated feeling pathetic.
When he had finally swallowed his pride and gone back to your apartment building a month after graduation, a box of your favorite tea clutched tightly in his hand, a stranger had answered the door. The neighbors coldly informed him that you had packed up your things and moved to a completely different part of the city. No forwarding address. No clues.
Now, he was fully entrenched in his family’s business, running operations with a cold, ruthless efficiency that kept his mind occupied during the day. But the nights were the hardest. The nights were when your bright, crinkling smile and the soft sound of your laughter crawled back into his mind, mocking him.
Despite the shift into the real world, the old gang still hung out at the frat house on weekends, trying to cling to the remnants of their college glory.
"Where the hell is Toji?" Sukuna grumbled, his rough voice slicing through the heavy silence of the room as he aggressively threw his cards face-down onto the table.
"Pft. God knows" Kenjaku muttered, leaning back and puffing a thick cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "He barely hangs out with us anymore. He’s completely ghosting."
"Maybe he’s just working. That actually makes sense" Mahito offered, surprisingly logical for once as he shuffled a stack of chips.
"Yeah, well, we all work" Kenjaku countered with an annoyed scoff. "It's not like running errands for the Zenin family business is that grueling. He could easily make time for us. It’s not like the guy is a CEO."
Sukuna let out a low, bitter scoff, staring down at his discarded cards. His mind was entirely elsewhere.
"Hey, what if he has a girl?!" Mahito suddenly gasped, his eyes lighting up with gossipy excitement. "Think about it! Every single time he actually shows up here, he’s glued to his phone, texting someone all day, and then he leaves early."
Sukuna slowly raised his dark eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in them. "That actually tracks. Whenever he’s here, he’s checked out. Always staring at his screen like a lovesick idiot before making some weak excuse to split."
"Man, who could it possibly be-" Kenjaku started, but the front door suddenly swung open, cutting him off.
Toji walked into the room, looking entirely relaxed in a pair of simple blue jeans and a clean white tee. His physical frame was as imposing as ever, but there was a distinct, calm lightness to his posture that hadn't been there a year ago.
"Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence" Sukuna muttered dryly, his fingers tightening around his glass.
Toji let out a lazy scoff, walking past the table. "I'm here now, chill out." He slid onto the worn couch, reaching into the cooler to grab a cold beer.
"Why are you so damn busy lately?" Kenjaku demanded, leaning forward on his elbows. "You don't even have time for your friends anymore. What gives?"
Toji popped the cap off his beer, a slow, incredibly smug smirk spreading across his lips. "What's the matter, Kenjaku? You miss me that much?"
The entire room scoffed in unison, waving him off.
"Cut the crap, Toj," Sukuna interjected, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register that instantly killed the lighthearted banter. He locked his intense gaze onto the older man. "Who’s the bitch"
Toji’s smirk fade, but his green eyes hardened slightly as he took a slow sip of his beer. He set the bottle down, looking Sukuna dead in the eye. "First of all, watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my gjrl-"
"Damn!!!!" Mahito shrieked, jumping up from his chair and pointing a finger at Toji. "You actually have a girlfriend! And you didn't tell us?! For how long?!"
Toji rolled his shoulders back, completely unbothered by Mahito's outburst. "I was going to tell you guys eventually, but yeah. It's been a while now."
"What's her name?" Sukuna asked flatly, his hand reaching into his pocket to grab his lighter. He needed something to do with his hands a strange, suffocating tightness was suddenly building in his chest, a sickening feeling of intuition clawing at his throat.
Toji leaned back against the cushions, his expression softening into something genuinely warm a look none of them had ever seen on the cynical man’s face before.
"Y/n" Toji said gently.
The entire room went dead silent.
Sukuna froze completely, his thumb halting right over the wheel of his lighter. The spark died before the flame could even catch. Y/n. The name echoed in his ears like a physical blow, a violent ringing in his head making it hard to process the air around him.
Is it her? His mind raced frantically, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of his neck. No. No, it can't be. It's a common name. It’s just a coincidence. Toji is dating someone else. There are thousands of girls with that name in this city. It isn't her.
He needed to hear him deny it. He desperately needed to hear that it was someone else, because if it wasn't, he was going to lose his absolute mind.
"Hopefully not that pathetic nerd from college with the weird personality" Sukuna chuckled, the sound completely hollow, dry, and devoid of any actual humor. He forced a mocking smirk onto his face, desperate to mask the absolute terror rippling through his veins. "The one who thought she was too good more me"
"Pft! Exactly!" Mahito chimed in, completely oblivious to the lethal tension suffocating the room. "Why the hell would Toji ever date her? She was so basic."
Toji didn't blink. He slowly set his beer bottle down on the table, the glass making a sharp, heavy click against the wood. The lazy, relaxed demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, terrifying aura that made even Kenjaku straighten up in alarm.
Toji locked his fierce, piercing green gaze directly onto Sukuna
.
"It's her." Toji stated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register that left absolutely no room for interpretation.
Mahito’s jaw dropped. Kenjaku froze with his cigarette halfway to his lips.
Sukuna felt the entire world cave in on him. His lungs completely stopped working. The lighter slipped from his numb fingers, clattering loudly against the table. It was you. You had been hiding in the exact same city, completely out of his reach, and now you belonged to the man sitting right across from him.
Before Sukuna could even process the violent surge of rage and agony tearing through his chest, Toji stood up, his massive frame towering over the table.
"And you are going to watch your fucking mouths when you talk about my girl, alright?" Toji warned, his voice low, steady, and vibrating with a lethal protectiveness. He stepped closer to the table, his eyes cutting into Sukuna and Mahito like knives. "I don't give two fucks what any of you think of me. This exact childish bullshit is the reason I didn't tell you guys in the first place. You’re grown ass men, but you still act like high school kids running a playground."
Toji took a deep breath, his expression shifting from pure anger into a profound, unshakeable seriousness.
"I don't want a single one of you saying a single word about her. Ever. She’s my girl now" Toji continued, his voice softer but infinitely more powerful. "I am so fucking much happy with her. And soon, I’m going to be proposing to her."
Sukuna’s heart completely stopped. Proposing. The word felt like a physical blade ripping through his chest, shredding whatever hope he had secretly carried for the past year into unrecoverable pieces. You were going to marry Toji. You were going to build a life with someone else.
"If you guys can't respect her, and if you can't respect my relationship with her" Toji concluded, his gaze sweeping over the frozen room one last time, "then it's better if I leave this gang right now. I'm done."
"What the fuck?! Are you serious?!" Mahito shrieked, his voice cracking in sheer disbelief as he stared up at Toji.
Toji didn't answer him. He didn't need to. He simply reached down, grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch, and turned his back on them, completely ready to walk away from his oldest friends without a single shred of regret.
And Sukuna could only sit there in the suffocating silence, his fists clenched so tightly beneath the table that his knuckles turned stark white, completely paralyzed by the realization that his own foolish bet had permanently handed the love of his life to his best friend.
college! sukuna loved arguing with you. the entire reason why he’s so head over heels for you, is because you don’t take his shit. at all. that seriously turns a man on.
yes, he promised himself he’d never make you feel really bad ever again. but riling you up is just a little too funny to resist! especially when you fall for it each and every time, because you do kind of have a temper.
you two are in his dorm, arguing about something stupid again. sukuna’d long forgotten what the argument was even about. you secretly did too. now it was just purely because he wasn’t taking you serious.
“do i look like i’m fucking joking to you, sukuna?!” you yelled, seriously pissed off. that disgusting, stupid smirk of his was glued to his face, making your frustration a thousand times worse.
“calm your tits, sweetheart. you’re always so pissy all the time, i worry you’re going to pop a fucking blood vessel,” he mocked.
this jerk! you curled your fists into your hair, and honestly felt like pulling it all out. “what the hell is your problem, you asshole?” you snarled.
he huffed, “you’re my damn problem, y/n. you’re lucky you’re still my girl even with all those anger issues,” sukuna commented, his tone a little more harsh.
he still had a grin on his face, but his insult still hurt all the same. and you barely felt the tears building up in your eyes.
sukuna was a firm champion at getting on your nerves. he found it hilarious, his number one source of entertainment, but you were seriously contemplating pushing him out of the window.
you stared at him, eyes narrowed, nose slightly scrunched. it was quiet for a few seconds. no ordinary person would’ve noticed your eyes getting a little wet, but of course your boyfriend did.
“what? ya gonna fucking cry now over a joke, baby?” he replied meanly. “didn’t take you for a crybaby with all that attitude, hmm?” sukuna added.
okay, sure, he could’ve said worse things, but you still felt hurt. and also stupid for crying, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“whatever, man. go find yourself another girl that isn’t a crybaby then,” you sniffled. at that, sukuna paused, and his grin disappeared.
to him, you had a tendency to be dramatic, but this time, something in his stomach felt off.
you hurriedly grabbed your jacket and raced out the dorm, leaving him behind. you wiped your tears, and just… walked. not to your dorm, not to campus, just no where in particular. you were just strolling through tokyo, through the damn rain.
but after one hour of not replying to his calls or texts, or better yet, coming back, your boyfriend had started losing his shit.
sukuna was a crap boyfriend. he was a mess. but he loved you oh so dearly, even if he struggled to show you. and now he felt even worse knowing he made his poor girl cry on purpose.
the second sukuna knew you weren’t coming back for the night, he grabbed his bike and searched through tokyo’s streets for you.
he spotted you eventually. soaking wet because of the rain. hood up, eyes a little droopy. the sight made his heart feel heavy for some reason.
at the sound of sukuna’s bike, you turned your head slightly. “what?” you snapped.
“c’mere, sweetheart, let me take you home, aight?” he offered. you glared at him, and flipped him off.
“don’t be difficult, baby. i won’t be an ass anymore,” he replied.
you scoffed, “fuck outta here. leave me alone.”
sukuna surpressed a sigh at your response. “drop the fucking attitude, y/n, and get on the fucking bike,” he sneered.
you clicked your tongue, sighed… but complied. you were soaked to the bone, and honestly all you wanted to do was curl into sukuna’s arms again. not like you’d tell him.
the drive to the dorms was mostly silent. at stoplights, he’d rub your thigh with his thumb, but words weren’t really exchanged.
but, eventually sukuna cracked. “sorry, sweetheart. s’my fault for getting you so riled up,” he told you. you sniffled, “it’s okay.”
“it’s not. but i love you. and i know i’m fucking up every single chance i get from you, i fucking know. but i’m trying, okay?” he said. he grabbed your hand, and placed a kiss on it. you didn’t really reply, but sukuna knew you heard him. and for now that was enough.
safe to say, sukuna attempted to not get on your nerves as much anymore. i mean, he still did. everytime you’d yell at him or sass him, his pants would still tighten, but he started listening to you more. that man loved you more than anything, and more than anything did he want to show you.
──★˙🍓̟!! i hate this so much goodbye. idk it’s not bad but i feel like i could’ve done better. i’m sorry babe @fictionalmen4eva i tried my best, but thank you sosoosos much for the request!!!💗 i do feel like sukuna would be his girlfriend’s 1# ragebaiter just bc he can😣
