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"I just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world." -Suguru Geto

Notes: I currently only write for Jujutsu Kaisen, I mostly write fluff fics, but I sometimes switch it up and write some smut. I do not have a post schedule, but I try to post frequently. My writing isn’t the best but I still enjoy doing it !

No use of AI, do not plagiarize my work. Well I don’t think anyone would do that but still.

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when you have no fic ideas so you just gotta let Sukuna kill you and take away your will to live…

#brain dead

True form Sukuna finally animated 🥹🥹expect a new fic from me this week

tittykittyqt

Florist!Sukuna with his florist shop & a lovely customer

f!reader, inaccurate information on flowers

During the fall of The King of Curses, he was given two different paths to traverse. Which is how he found himself here. Settling into a small village north of Okinawa with Uraume.

Reincarnating once again but this time, it’s a chance for Sukuna to truly grasp humanity. To long erase the memories of his destructive past. Taking the opportunity to change his ideals and perhaps his hedonistic ways.

Sukuna still has memories of his jujutsu knowledge, but he would rather not use it. Instead, he enforces his grasp of flowers into a business. His first big accomplishment in his new life, his own florist shop.

With the help of Uraume, he rapidly gained customers and enough cash to purchase more seeds and soil. Despite owning a florist shop, his appearance did not match the expected person to work in one.

“You must smile more, the customers look frightened when they enter,” Uraume said.

Sukuna grunts and carefully ties a ribbon onto one of the Tulip bouquets. He rarely smiled in his past life, excluding the moments during battle due to his rattled up excitement.

“That is not needed, they either purchase flowers or get out the shop.” Sukuna sighs and pours soil into a pot.

Uraume opens their mouth to say something until the bell on top of the door jingled. The two of them snap their heads towards the customer.

You stroll into the shop and observe the flowers on display. Orchids,Peonies, Dahlias, and Ranunculus are placed near the window. You smile at Sukuna as you make your way to the register.

“Hello,what can I help you with?” Sukuna said.

“Well since you’re a florist, I wanted to ask if you know any information on Eustoma?”. You tilt your head to the side in curiosity.

Sukuna intensely gazed at you, worn down in a yellow flowy dress. Blending with the bright Sunflowers behind you. You are an exceptional sight.

Could you annihilate an entire clan? Are you capable of acceptable jujutsu? Do you-

Enough.

Sukuna swiftly got rid of those thoughts and averted his focus back to your question.

“Lisianthus?,” Sukuna asked.

Your face lights up and you quickly nod your head.

“Yes I know plenty about it, what type of knowledge do you need?”. Sukuna quirks up a brow and runs a hand through his hair.

“I want to know the challenges of taking care of one,” You said.

Sukuna scoffs and shoots you a glare. How do you not know that Lisianthus take very slow growth and the seeds are nearly impossible to take care of?

Uraume notices his demeanor and softly slaps his back. Reminding him to stay composed.

“Well.” he clears his throat and fixes the glare on his face. “Lisianthus struggles with nutrient deficiency, You must use slightly acidic or neutral soil to avoid incorrect pH,” Sukuna said.

You nod your head as you usher him to continue.

“The seed itself is a nuisance to take care of, often exposed to rotting or drying out due to the long process of germination.” He picks up a small paper and a pen as he writes down the information. “They require strict water management standards, do not overwater them or else root rot will occur,” Sukuna said.

He places the pen down and hands you the paper. You skim through the writing and flash him a soft smile.

“Thank you! This helps a lot um…” You search for a name tag or anything on the man in front of you.

“Sukuna,” he said.

“Yes! Thank you Sukuna, I really appreciate it.” You stared at the paper for a second and turned around to leave.

“Wait.” Sukuna quickly grabbed a small ziplock and stuffed Lisianthus seeds into it. “For you, take care of them.” He softly grabbed your opened hand and planted the ziplock onto it.

You gazed down and were met with three tiny seeds in a pink ziplock bag. You shoot a look at Sukuna and lightly giggle. You open the shop door and turn your head around.

“Bye Sukuna!” you said.

Once you were out of the shop, Uraume eyed Sukuna with a sly smirk. “That was awfully kind of you,” Uraume said.

Sukuna flicks his employee's forehead and begins working on a new bouquet. “Silence you foolish mortal.” Uraume glares at him and runs off to the back of the shop.

After that particular day you were in the shop, you became a very frequent customer. Whether it's for asking questions or buying flowers, you were always there every Wednesday.

Sukuna noticed your pattern and began preparing the seeds you needed. Ready for them to get handed out to you. He even started to create bouquets of certain flowers. Flowers that you mentioned you wish to grow in your garden.

He never once felt the feeling of fondness. Despite the lack of experience, throughout the months of talking to you—he began to feel an emotion within him.

Uraume and Sukuna sat on the tatami mat as they chowed down on dinner. Uraume places their chopsticks down and observes Sukuna.

“You like that woman, don't you?” they asked.

Sukuna stops mid-chew and averts his eyes towards Uraume. He swallowed his food vigorously.

“No I do not, stop making idiotic assumptions,” Sukuna voiced.

Uraume smiles and lets out a giggle. Sukuna had a scowl on his face as he was aggressively shoving meat into his mouth. Uraume knew the grump was lying, they always noticed the tender interactions between you both.

“I see the way the two of you interact, very passionate,” Uraume stated.

Sukuna rolls his eyes and pours tea into his cup. “State one time that it was ever passionate,” he declared.

“That one day when you held her hands as you guided her with prepping the soil.” Uraume crossed their arms and gave a knowing look to him.

Sukuna threw a piece of meat at Uraume and scoffed. “I was being helpful,” he stated.

“That time you sent a big bouquet of her favorite flowers to her home and excused it by saying it was to help her garden grow,” Uraume commented.

“I said state one time, not two.” Sukuna gulped down his tea and stared into nothing.

“Ponder on it, this perhaps can be the other path that was offered to you that you did not take,” Uraume said.

Sukuna did ponder on it and concluded that once you came back the next week. Entering with the same smile that lightens up his day.

“Hello again Sukuna!” you exclaimed.

“Hello, new seeds?” he rounds around the counter and whips out an orchid seed.

You take the ziplocked orchid seed and gaze up at him. “No but I will still take it,” you beamed.

“What brings you here today?” Sukuna questions.

“Well there is this garden I found while I was on a walk, and it has all of my favorite flowers! I would’ve thought it was mine if it weren't so isolated from the village.” You exclaimed as you took a seat near the window.

Sukuna paused and registered the information you just gave. That was his secret garden. The garden that he prided himself on. The one that he purposely kept hidden from you due to his remembrance of your favorite flowers. How brainless.

“That isolated garden belongs to me,” he announced.

You stare at him with confusion, your head tilted and your brow quirked up. “It does? How come it only has the flowers I cherish?” you asked.

“I think of you when I garden, producing a garden based on you was worthwhile.” Sukuna plopped himself down next to you and opened a new bag of soil.

“Wait wait, you created that entire garden with the thought of me?” you questioned.

Sukuna gazes at you as the feeling within him starts to grow again. Is this what it feels like? To experience such liking for someone?

“Yes, I just declared that to you, are your human ears deaf?” he tugs on your left ear and cackles.

You sigh as you swat his hand away. “Stop your teasing,” you said.

Sukuna remembers the time when he accepted his defeat. The acceptance of his loss and the new path awaiting him. If he can gradually accept loss, he's capable of accepting the feeling of endearment.

“The flowers you cherish are enjoying the sun and warmth on this day,” Sukuna stated.

You hum in agreement as your fingers glide along the petals of a peony.

“I feel the same warmth when I’m near you.” His fingers follow yours as they come into contact.

You turn to face him, only to be met with his face inches away from yours. “Are the flowers experiencing love as well?” you asked.

Sukuna tilts his head in puzzlement, the light from the sun bouncing off his face.

“Because I'm experiencing that right now, with you.” Your hands grasp his face as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Going down a new path was certainly worth it for Sukuna, especially when it includes you.

a/n: ahh poet Sukuna next?

tittykittyqt

The 4 times your boss Sukuna tried confessing his feelings to you ! Sukuna’s a softie in this :(

The 1st time

It was the yearly company party. It happens every year on December 20th, everyone who works at Malevolent Co always attends. Fancy food, rich decorations, a lot of gambling, and a bunch of random rich men.

You mainly came for the rich and savory dishes that they served. You weren’t too special in the company—sure your boss Sukuna tends to ask for your help a lot but your role isn’t anything important.

You stood near the fountain of chocolate, dipping a strawberry and observing everyone. You didn’t notice him at first, standing right beside you. Sukuna looks down at you, the sunlight illuminating perfectly off of your skin—you looked divine.

“Is the chocolate to your liking?”. You paused mid chew and averted your eyes towards him. You flashed a small smile and quickly swallowed.

“Yes, It’s delicious—would you like some?”.

“Yes ma’am”.

You grab a strawberry and let the chocolate flow on it. You raise the strawberry towards his mouth, your hand moves under his chin to secure any dripping chocolate.

He pauses for a second, his eyes looking at you and then the strawberry. He grins as he slowly bites down, maintaining eye contact with you. You let out a soft chuckle as he pulls away, chocolate remains on the corner of his mouth.

“Hold on, you have some chocolate right here”. You lick your thumb and stand on your tippy toes. Using his shoulder as a support.

Sukuna touches around his face trying to find the mess. “Huh?Where?”.

You softly swipe your thumb on the corner of his mouth. Discarding the remains of chocolate. Your thumb stays there as you both gaze at each other. Sukuna’s hands planted on your hips, stabling your balance.

Sukuna thought this was the perfect moment to finally confess to you. The both of you alone in each others worlds, your bodies blending together—it was marvelous.

“I have something to conf-“. He gets cut off by the sound of a familiar infuriating voice.

“Hey! Look who it is!”. Sukuna snaps his head towards the voice, fucking Gojo—always ruining everything. He looks back at you, you nod your head and smile as you back away from him.

“Have a good night Sukuna”. You left. He could’ve told you right there, but no it was ruined.

Gojo pats Sukuna’s shoulder, “How you doing man?!”. Sukuna swats his hand away and storms out of the room.

The 2nd time

It was lunch time. Surprisingly there was no one in the break room, usually it’s packed with employees and the weird smell of everyone’s microwaved food.

You were munching on a juicy peach, writing down the upcoming stocks. Enjoying the peace and quiet that’s never been in the building.

Sukuna was pacing down the hall with his brows furrowed and a stack of papers in his hand. Seriously, Geto could not stop requesting a collaboration with Malevolent Co. His eyes got a glance of you, alone in the break room. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and approaches you—completely forgetting about the task at hand.

“Hey, you alright?”. You stop writing and turn your head towards him. He looked more handsome than usual for some reason.

“Yeah! Just wishing we had more coffee in here”. He lazily smiles and starts playing with one of his ear piercings. He does that when he’s nervous.

“I’m able to grant your wish if you come with me to grab coffee”. You drop your pen and swiftly organize your papers.

“I didn’t know you’re Aladdin”. You both chuckle, you stuff your papers into your bag as Sukuna swings your bag over his shoulder. “But yeah of course! Lead the way”.

Walking side by side one another in silence. It wasn’t awkward with uncomfortable tension, it felt peaceful. Then you remembered the moment at the party.

“Sukuna”, he looks down at you with his brow raised—“You said you had something to confess while at the party”. His expression faltered for a second but he’s swift enough to cover it up. “What was it?”.

His voice gets stuck in his throat, this might be the right time now. Or maybe at the coffee shop. He clears his throat and flicks your forehead. “I’ll tell you once we get there”.

He orders the both of you coffee and one other thing. Your sugary cheesecake that you always buy.

“How did you know this was my favorite?”. You take a piece and stuff it into your mouth.

“Just assumed it was. Seems like some shit you would buy”. Wrong. He knew it was your favorite because you would always eat it during lunch. Leftover Icing was always seen on your mouth whenever you talked to him after break.

You placed your fork down and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “So, what was your confession?”.

It was time. Sukuna can finally let out his bottled up feelings for you. No more interruptions, he’s going to do it.

“I wanted to tell you this for a very long fucking time”. You giggle at his sudden rage. He takes a deep breath and softly exhales, “I really lik-“, the sound of ringing and vibration comes from your phone.

“Sorry Sukuna hold on”. He quietly grunts in frustration, seriously these interruptions are pissing him off. “Are you okay? Do you want me to come over right now?”. Sukuna has a puzzled look on his face, who are you talking to?

You end the call and quickly get up. “What’s wrong?”, he gets up and grabs your bag, throwing away the food.

“My mom has a really bad fever—I’m sorry sukuna but can you give me a ride?”. He nods his head as you both hurry out of the shop.

This was the second time he couldn’t do it. He started to think it’s completely useless to confess now. The universe must have something against him with all of these unnecessary interruptions.

The 3rd time

It was Valentine’s Day. The building is bustling with chatter, secret admirers, and a bunch of heart filled chocolate tins. You don’t get anything on Valentine’s Day, you didn’t expect anything from anyone.

So to your surprise, when Sukuna called you into his office he was holding an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers and that sugary cheesecake.

“Happy Valentine’s Day brat”. You flash him that adorable smile of yours and gently take the bouquet from his hands.

“These are beautiful Sukuna!”, he does that boyish grin that you like and eyes you up and down. Your outfit is different from usual today. A pink button up, light grey slacks, white flats with a small bow, and your hair was tied up. In his eyes you always look magnificent but today felt different. Maybe it was the love in the air.

“Yeah, they reminded me of you. Beautiful flowers deserve a beautiful woman”. You stare at him with a surprised expression, your handsome boss just called you beautiful.

He realizes what he just said and runs a hand over his face in embarrassment.

“Fuck um, I heard that somewhere on the internet..”

The scary intimidating Sukuna got embarrassed. Not a casual sight for anyone in Malevolent Co.

You giggle as you place the bouquet down on his desk. You step closer to him, planting your hand on his bicep.

“If that’s the case..” , you stand on your tippy toes as your hand softly grasp the side of his face. Your lips leaving a small kiss on his cheek, your lip gloss placing a faint stain.

“I think a handsome man deserves a kiss”. He gazes at you in awe, his hands on your hips rubbing small circles with his thumb.

This was perfect. Perfect time and day to release his bottled up feelings. The day of love, surely no interruptions can happen.

“I have to tell you something. Like now”. You nod your head in anticipation.

Sukuna looks around, just in case a bitch ass person tries to interrupt again. He was in the clear, he averts his eyes back to you.

His throat suddenly goes dry, he tried doing this two times already. Yet he still gets nervous. He clears his throat and lets the words flow out.

“I have feeli-“, of course he was delayed. Yuji barges into his office and throws down a stack of papers onto his desk.

“What the fuck is it now?”. Sukuna releases his hold on your hips as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Toji keeps sending these weird warning voice mails saying he’s gonna fuck up the company—if we don’t pay him a million dollars!”. Yuji picks up the papers and slap it onto Sukuna’s chest.

Sukuna reads one of the papers and slams it into Yuji’s face.

“For fuck sake, give him a million dollars then—I don’t care”.

At this rate, he won’t be able to confess. Like at all. Maybe this is life telling him you both don’t belong with each other.

The 4th time

Gojo invited everyone to a lantern festival. It was nighttime, the stars sparkled as the moon illuminated in the dark. It was perfect for the lanterns.

There was blankets laid out on the grass as everyone laughed and shared chatter. You were sitting alone, admiring the jet black sky.

Sukuna walked towards you and gently lowered himself down next to you.

“It looks heavenly, doesn’t it?”. You look beside you, he was already staring at you. He looked so gentle and tender under the moonlight’s illumination. His salmon hair being slightly disheveled, his silver piercings shinning, and his crimson eyes admiring you. Truly divine.

“Yes it does”. The both of you aren’t looking at the sky, no it was completely forgotten. “Do you want to light a lantern with me?”.

He flicks your forehead and smirks, “Of course I do, silly girl”.

The both of you begin assembling the lantern. Sukuna grabs a pen and quickly writes something on the front. You immediately notice it and stare at him with warmth.

It was both of your Initials with a plus sign in between them. And a colored in heart at the end.

“Our initials huh?”, you hold the big lantern in your hands as you stare at the writing.

“Yes, our initials”. He grabs one of the lighters as he lights up the bottom of the lantern.

You observe the people around you, everyone was standing up and holding their lanterns. Laughter and even cries can be faintly heard. You and Sukuna both stand up at the same time, the two of you holding each side of the lantern.

As time closes in to let go and release it, Sukuna has no time to waste.

He says your name as he stares at you with tenderness. His hands overlapping yours while holding the lantern.

“I really like you. I’ve always have. Ever since you started working for me”. Your mouth slightly opens in shock. Your eyes filled with fondness are now widen.

He pauses and inhales deeply. He lets all of it spill out of his mouth.

“The way you carry yourself with kindness. I see the way you treat people and mainly how you treat me. You’re not scared of me. You saw me. You always have”. His eyes slowly start filling up with tears.

His voice starting to crack as he feels the emotions bubbling up.

“You’re a woman filled with adoration. Overflowing with love. I want to experience your love. Your kindness. And especially your warmth”.

His tears slowly running down his cheeks. His breathing is uncontrolled, and his hands gripping the lantern harder.

“May I experience all of that with you?”.

You smile as one of your hands come up to his cheeks and softly wipe away the wetness. Your hand stays on his cheek as you look him in the eyes.

“You may”.

Right when you say that everyone releases their lanterns into the air. You and Sukuna let go of the lantern as you brace your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips once again, but this time it happens.

Both of your lips hovering so close to one another, he closes the gap as his grip on your hips hardens. Your fingers playing with his hair as you feel the softness of his lips against yours.

Sukuna finally confessed.

a/n: I know I know..it’s ooc for Sukuna. I just thought a soft sukuna would be nice to write :).

#hello thank u sm for the likes?!?!?!?#lwk hated how I wrote this…