HOLD AWNNNNN, PLS DO NOT LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THAT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN “Yours, Only Yours” IM BEGGING AND SOBBING AND CRYING I YEARN FOR THEM ILY
AHHH NOO, I have “Yours, Only Yours” (somewhat) partially planed out! And I can’t imagine not writing it ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾
I’ve been reallyyy busy for the past weeks, but thankfully, summer’s here and I should be having a lot more free time now :> additionally, this second part of the series is the longest chapter? Story—? anything, I’ve written: 8.4k words and continuing.
Buttt as a treat— I’ll go ahead and drops crumbs of the second part (I’m thinking of naming, “We met again” (wink wink 👀))
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September - 4th year of high school
“It’s dumb.” Sukuna scoffs. He lifts his shoes and rests them on the metal bleachers, causing a loud bang.
Like every late afternoon, you’re both waiting after school, watching the sun drift lower in the sky. It’s the perfect time for the two of you to just hang out without your own groups whispering about your friendship with him. ‘Just date already,’ or ‘are they fighting or flirting?’ they would say.
It was rather annoying, actually.
You guys are truly just friends.
…
That is until—
“It’s not!” You protest immediately, pulling your phone away from his view and against your chest defensively. The screen flashes with homecoming proposals posted by your school.
They’ve already started.
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“I dunno. I just-…”
His glare’s too intense, pining you and making you nervous.
“What?” He barks, growing impatient.
It was never his strong suit.
“It’s…it’s- it’s stupid!” You growl out, tearing your stare away from him, jaw clenched in embarrassment.
“Come on, brat, just spill it out!” Sukuna hisses.
“It would've been nice to be asked, okay?!” You finally yell back with the same amount of frustration. You give him a death glare, muttering softly when his lips curl. “Asshole…”
His canine flash as he laughs mockingly at your complaint. "That's what you're so upset about?”
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“Fine, this…” his hand gestures in the air “...‘problem’ of yours- getting asked out…”
He pauses.
“When is homecoming?”
“Less than three weeks.” You know, you’ve been counting down the days.
“That’s plenty of time.”
“You think?” Your ears perk up in hope. It was only just starting. Maybe by October, you’d have a date.
Hopefully.
“Yeah. You’ve gotten easier on the eyes-” He doesn't get to finish his sentence before your fist thumps against his chest.
Sukuna didn’t think much of it.
You’ll catch someone's eye.
…
He just didn't think it would happen so fast.
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Ouu shii 👀
The suspension is killing me!
Anyways, this responses just keep getting longer, haha
