“come on a date with me.”
you blink at sukuna, utterly confused — first of all, you were in public, he rarely talked to you in public, second of all, a date?
“huh…?” you utter out stupidly.
“idiot,” he scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets, “you heard me the first time.”
“uh,” you stutter once more and you can tell his patience is wearing thin, “when?” you finally ask after a moment.
“tonight, 8 pm sharp,” he says and then his voice turns to a low murmur, “i'm taking you yo that new mall that opened.”
your eyes light up and you beam at him, “really?!” you exclaim, excited.
you've eaten his ear off for the last month or so about the new mall that had just opened, you loved malls and window shopping and having a good day out of it.
and if sukuna is taking you out on it after what had happened two days ago, that would make it your first official date with him.
“yeah,” he huffs, “just don't be late.”
“i can't believe you, honestly.” you say and he quirks an eyebrow, “what, is it that hard to believe that i'm nice sometimes?”
you grin, “keyword : sometimes.”
he rolls his eyes, “brat.”
you laugh, and you can't help but notice the lingering stares on the both of you — sure, it wasn't rare that sukuna talked to girls but it was rare for him to be talking for this long.
“i'll see you tonight.” he says, and takes a step closer, and then his hand is on your waist and his lips are on yours and you think you're dreaming.
he pecks your lips, and his touch lingers for a few moments longer before he pulls away, “don't be late.” he repeats, murmuring against your lips.
you blink and your face is warm as you nod at him — his hand leaves your waist and he turns to leave, waving goodbye at you.
holy shit, sukuna just kissed you in public.
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