Eijiro accidentally air drops a spicy picture.
400 words
Eijiro stood in front of the mirror at his hero agency's restroom, raising his arm slightly, trying to determine the best angle for a selfie. Letting out a puff of air in disappointment, his shoulders dropped, and his head hung. Nothing seemed to satisfy him. He was trying his best to make his pose look effortlessly sexy; however, his bubbly, innocent charm kept showing through.
“Damn,” he sighed to himself, almost giving up. As a last-ditch effort, Eijiro searched for reference poses, trying to find one he could recreate to send to you. He had been thinking about you all day while on his shift, and he wanted so badly to get you flustered. The thought of you unknowingly unlocking your phone to see a spicy picture from him was already exciting him.
Finally, he found a pose he decided he could pull off. It was simple, shirtless with sweats pulled down just enough to reveal a hint of trail. He pulled up his phone camera once more, pushed his sweats down, and took a photo he was sure would make you blush.
With a toothy grin, Eijiro clicked the photo to send to you and slid his phone back into his pocket, satisfied with his work. He shuffled over to finish packing up the rest of his things to leave the hero agency for the day.
Walking out into the hallway, Eijiro quickly noticed everyone was on their phones.
“Hey man, I know you’ve been feeling good about yourself lately, but did you need to show off to everyone?" Denki gawked at Eijiro entering the hallway.
Before Eijiro could ask what Denki meant, Katsuki came huffing down the hall, “SHITTY HAIR! Keep this shit to yourself,” he barked.
A pit in Eijiro’s stomach started to grow as he looked around the office at everyone on their phones. He noticed wide eyes, agape mouths, and flustered faces.
“Oh no,” he muttered.
“Hm?” Denki questioned, then realized what had happened. “Oh shit, you didn't mean to air drop that, did you?”
“AIRDROP!? OF COURSE NOT!” Eijiro exclaimed, and Denki nearly keeled over laughing. “It’s not funny man!” Eijiro shrieked.
“You AirDropped your happy trail to the whole office! Of course, that’s fucking funny!” Denki replied with laughter starting to subside, “Wait- who did you mean to send that to?” he questioned.
“It doesn't matter now!” Eijiro said, face red from embarrassment.
“Aw, come on, don’t be so upset. That picture is hot as fuck, you should still send it. I’m sure it'll make their day,” Denki encouraged.
Eijiro nodded shyly, bringing out his phone to try one more time.
A fic for a very special person. Happy birthday @unofficialsapphire!
Hi, I'm loving Controller and the Itadori's family dynamics but I just have one question.
When you mentioned that despite Sukuna's mom being nice to his twin, Jin still has trauma growing up, which manifested in his introversion and lack of genuine connection to other people. I can only imagine the pain and hurt he got from Kaori's betrayal with her manipulating Jin and babytrapping him for his money. Can you tell us their relationship and how Kaori was able to make Jin "fall in love"?
Thank you!! 😊
They were college sweethearts, so they started off as project partners and it blossomed from there. She honestly didn’t even know he was rich at first until they were actually dating, the money just ruined her overtime.
Sukuna’s really good at judging people’s character, he took one look at her knew having a rich and kind baby daddy would pull that side out of her. And if Jin wasn’t rich, she would’ve had an abortion. He tried telling Jin but he thought Sukuna was just being an asshole, because she was genuine and humble at one point
being nice and treating u guys since my freedom gets stripped away on Monday. sneak peak at ch. 15 of controller
“I think I’m just gonna go back to working from home, the last thing I wanna see is his face right now.” He says, referring to his dad. “I won’t have to see Yorozu if she drops by unannounced either, I don’t know how much of her I can take.”
“You sure he’ll be okay with that?” You begin to poke at the last of your food with the fork.
“I don’t know. He probably won’t say much since he’d know why.” He admits. “I don’t even care at this point.”
“I wouldn’t either… have you come up with anything yet? Over the whole Yorozu thing?”
He shakes his head. “I thought I’d be able to scare them off but that’s not fuckin’ working.”
You hum in response, trying to not look too disappointed. You spent this whole time hoping he wouldn’t suck you into it but he’s running out (legal) solutions. He’s set to have a suit fitting a few weeks from now and you’d rather not have him go to that for your own selfish reasons.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You hesitantly ask.
The question takes him by surprise, that’s the last thing he was expecting to come out of your mouth this morning.
Ever, actually.
It was the last thing you were expecting to say either, but last night changed everything. He spent his whole childhood being stuck in a home with a woman that did nothing but take from him, the last thing you wanted was for him to find himself in another situation similar to that. Who knew what Yorozu was like behind closed doors.
Sukuna snaps out of it after hearing a knock at the door. Annoyed at the fact that someone just had to interrupt you two, when things were finally looking up for him.
“Hold that thought, okay?” He says as if you’d change your mind if he took too long to answer it.
You nod and he tries his best not to fucking bolt out of his seat, hoping it’s just some delivery guy that needs a signature.
He isn’t gone for too long. You were barely able to hear who it was or what they wanted, but it was obvious that Sukuna ended up letting them in when the talking continued after he closed the door.
Your heart slowly drops as they get closer, the other voice becomes more clear and way too familiar.
“Morning!” His brother smiles as he greets you, the same way he usually does when you two are at the fucking office.
You frantically turn to Sukuna, who’s way too casual about all of this right now.
“Oh don’t worry, Jin’s known for a while now.” He says, it fails to make you feel better.
“You told him?!”
“No, I figured it out myself.” Jin innocently cuts in. “I saw you two sneaking off together at our dads birthday.”
You continue to look at him in disbelief, “And you didn’t say anything?”
“What was there to say? It wasn’t my place to say anything.” He shrugs, taking a seat with the two of you at the table. “You two looked happy, I didn’t want to ruin it.”
You turn to Sukuna, who’s back to peacefully eating his food. “How do you know your dad doesn’t know either?”
Jin answers for him. “He’d kill him if he ever found out. You’re probably his favorite out of all the assistants he’s had throughout the years.”
Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.
genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff
warnings: check master list for warnings!
a/n: 2.6k words, enjoy the continuation of sukuna's meltdown <33
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“Open the door— open the FUCKING DOOR.” He yells out your name, pounding at the door so hard you’re sure he’ll break it off its hinges. “I’m not fucking leaving until you open up and fucking talk to me!”
“How could you do that to me?!” He continues to yell. His voice is raspier than ever, yet his vocal cords aren’t giving out just yet. “I trusted you– YOU WERE SOMEONE I FUCKING TRUSTED– And you couldn’t even give me a simple heads up saying, hey your dads arranging a MARRIAGE for you, that’s a big fuckin’ deal don’t you think?!” He slams his bruised fist on the door again.
“Answer the fucking door you coward.” His voice slightly cracks, still incessantly knocking. He doesn’t even know why he’s still doing it, slowly starting to doubt that you'll open it for him, but the action somehow grounds him. It keeps him from taking it a step further like actually breaking in.
“You BITCH.” He spat out, “You fucking bitch— I gave you so much of me. Fuck the presents, the dates, the sex— I was good to you, I was fucking PATIENT with you and what do I get in return?! I get left IN THE FUCKING DARK, ABOUT MY OWN FUCKING LIFE. You’re a bitch, and a fucking coward.” He kicks the door one last time, hard. “I better not see you again.”
He grudgingly turns around and walks off, down the hall and away from the apartment he’s slept at more times than he could count now. He thinks of all of his belongings that are still behind that door and wonders if they’re even worth trying to get back. You won’t even text him back, let alone face him, what makes him think he’d get his shit back?
Whatever, you can fucking keep it all. He turns the corner and sees two cops walking towards him. Of course you or one your neighbors called the fucking cops, wouldn’t be the first time they’ve been called over his actions. It won't be the last either.
One of them opened their mouths to speak, “Excuse me, Sir. We were called over a comp–”
“Don’t fucking talk me.” Sukuna cuts him off while continuing to walk out, treating the two as if they were just a minor inconvenience. A waste of his time to even think about.
The other one finally spoke up, after taking a while to decide if he was going to take the disrespect or not. By the time he says something, Sukuna was already at the exit, slamming the door shut before the guy even got a chance to finish his sentence.
A waste of his time. All of this. He should’ve just gone straight home, he doesn’t know why he gave you the benefit of the doubt. You were the one who wanted to keep him a secret, he was stupid to think you had a good reason as to why you ignored him all day.
A coward– he was wrong about you. You were different, just not the good kind– avoidant, disloyal, weak.
This is why he hates getting close to people.
His drive back home wasn’t too long, you only lived 10 minutes away from him. One of the perks he liked about the building is that he didn’t have to pass through a lobby to get to his penthouse, the last thing he wanted was to deal with people right now. He swears he’ll blow a gasket if someone so much as looks in his direction.
The first thing he sees when he steps into his home is the little line up of your house slippers and makes a mental note to throw them in the fire pit on his balcony sometime this week. He doesn’t even know why he allowed you to keep so much of your stuff here. Speaking of all of your stuff, he suddenly remembers you have an entire section of belongings in his closet, that he will also be burning, because fuck you.
The longer he looks at these damn slippers, the angrier he gets. He’s not waiting to start up the fire pit.
Fuck that.
He grabs all of 4 pairs and makes his way to the balcony. The sliding doors basically blast open from the man's brute force and chucks all of them off from the top floor of the building before letting out yet another frustrated yell. You could only imagine how much it pierced through the night’s stillness. It's a monday, most people are in bed by now. He should be getting ready for bed right around now too, with you, but he's not because his fucking life's falling apart.
Once he thinks he’s done, and that he’s gotten the rest of his frustration from the day out, he turns on his heel to walk back into his presumably empty home, only to find you standing behind him in complete and utter disbelief.
“Did you just… throw my things off the balcony?” You murmur as you ask, trying your best not to start crying again—that’s all you’ve been doing since you got off work and let yourself into his penthouse.
You had eventually fallen asleep, only to get ripped out of it from how hard Sukuna slammed his door shut after finally getting home. You were quickly met with the sight of him having a meltdown and your bunny slippers getting the short end of the stick.
“Yeah.” He nods and admits, taking a deep sigh of relief right after. He remembers all the shit he thought he said to you just 20 minutes ago and immediately starts to feel bad, promising himself that he will most definitely be taking that to the grave. “I thought you fucking left me.”
You can tell he’s been screaming and yelling more than talking from how raspy his voice is. You can also tell he’s angry. Some of it being towards you, but it doesn’t stop you from taking a few steps forward and wrapping your arms around him– leaning your head against his racing heart.
He’s still in his suit that’s no longer in it’s usual pristine condition, it’s creased in places he hates having creases in, like the sleeves and collar; there’s a few blood splatters scattered through the grey fabric. No matter how gruesome it sounds, you really hope that it’s not just his and mixed with others.
Wasuke had warned you that things would get bad, if only he knew you already fully expected Sukuna to come home in this shape– battered, chest rapidly rising and collapsing from the sudden news that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.
If only Wasuke knew he would be coming home to you in this condition.
You were too much of a coward to tell Sukuna, give him a chance to beat his father to the news and risk revealing that you are so much more closer to him than anyone else would have guessed.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something.” You nearly whisper, doing your best to push down the lump in your throat. You’d be a little more comfortable apologizing if he weren’t so tense right now. He doesn’t say anything back, he doesn’t even try to hold you back for a minute, it’s like he’s trying to process everything right now.
And he is, having you randomly pop up changes the situation– not entirely, but he feels like he has a winning chance at the cards that have been given to him right now.
“You’re a fuckin’ pain in the ass, you know that? You could’ve at least texted me after work.” He wraps his arms around you. Usually you’d complain about being suffocated, but you don’t mind the feeling right now, especially after the day you’ve had. “Don’t be sorry. This is between him and I.” He says, repeating his own father's words.
“Are you actually engaged now?”
“I guess so.” He hates to admit. “He’s had this planned out for 2 months now.”
“Guess we have to end things then.” You say, ripping off the bandaid, trying to not sound as hurt as you are.
“We’re not doing anything except getting in bed and going to sleep.” He chuckles. The last thing he wants to see is you being sad, but he can’t help but think it’s a little nice to see you torn up over him, even if it is just a fraction of how he reacted. “You’re mine. And so is that goddamn will.”
“Are you saying you want me to be the side chick in your marriage?” You immediately grimace at his words and begin to push yourself away from him– he doesn’t budge.
He continues to hold you close. “I’m not marrying her.”
“Then what do you mean by the will is yours?” You say, mocking his words, still annoyed over the thought of being the other woman even though it was you that jumped to that conclusion. “He’ll take you off of it if you don’t.”
“I’ll find a way to get out of this.” He swears, “I gave him so much of my life, let him work me like a dog. I earned that money, it’s mine. I’ll come up with something, okay?”
“Promise?”
He cups your face and tilts it up to look at him, “I promise. I’m not marrying her, I’m staying with you, and I will get that 120 mil.” He declares– you try your best to hold back your laughter on that last part, he acts like he’d be poor without it.
“Okay.” You nod, leaning in to kiss him. You can taste a hint of copper from whenever he got punched in the mouth– it was your cue to usher him back inside so you can patch him up. He looks awful.
You were quick to get him to sit on the couch and didn’t miss the way he slightly flinched– not a good sign given how high of a pain tolerance he has. You offer to take him to the E.R, but to no one's surprise, he declines. He didn’t feel like coming up with an excuse to the doctor or nurse as to how he ended up like this. If anything he’ll just go see Shoko, Satoru’s friend who’s conveniently a doctor.
“You know.. I could just get you pregnant. That’d be the quickest way to end this all.” He says. It makes you wonder if he has a fucking concussion. He smiles at the way your body physically stutters at the suggestion. “Just kidding.”
“No you’re not.” You mumble, shaking your head in disappointment while continuing to blot antiseptic on the wound by his temple. He laughs at your awkward reaction, but you’re able to shut him up by pressing the soaked cotton into his wound a tad bit harder. “Any other ideas?”
“I do. I should probably keep them to myself though, I don’t think any of them are legal.” He says, and you can tell he’s dead serious.
“Good idea.” You reach for a bandaid and take it out of the wrapper. “The last thing I’d want is to testify against you.” You say as you gently cover the wound. You brush his hair back as you continue to examine him, you’ve never seen him look this tired before, not even after his weekend long benders that he drags you along with.
“What’s on your mind?” He asks, his eyes always slightly dilate when he looks at you, it’s really sweet.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” He answers honestly and leaves it at that. Someone he loved threw a curveball at him. He wants nothing more than for this to all end– to wake up in the morning and have everything go back to normal with his dad. But he’s trying to look at the positives, for once in his life. “I think I’d be worse off if you weren’t here though.”
“Glad I could be here for you then.” You continue to card your fingers through his hair, something that’s always calmed him in the short duration you’ve been together. You look at the clock to see that it’s 10:00 pm, “Let’s go to bed.”
—
Sukuna’s plan so far is business as usual– you really didn’t think he’d be able to stick to it, given how angry he was last night, but he miraculously does. He’s even somewhat nice to Myra, but seeing how visibly scared she is at the 180 his personality took shows he’s done enough damage to the girl.
Oh well, maybe one day he'll redeem himself.
Wasuke’s quieter than usual, at first you think that he might be regretting his decision regarding his son’s entire future, but quickly swipe the thought away after seeing what the inside of his office looks like.
He’s not sad, he’s pissed– he was so tired from the night before that he completely forgot Sukuna put multiple holes in the walls. He even fucked up one of his custom made chairs, it looks like something more fitting for an octopus rather than a human with how mangled it is.
It makes him regret having the little intervention in here, instead of a padded room in an insane asylum, where he sometimes thinks his son should really take a trip to once in a while.
“Can you call Javier and tell him to direct the Aizawa’s to Sukuna’s office instead of mine?” He asks, picking up a broken picture frame that held a photo of the twins as kids.
“Sure thing, Mr. Itadori.” You respond in your usual professional tone, which is honestly a lot more harder than you thought it’d be. It’s not that you’re angry with Wasuke, you get where he’s coming from, but you never thought he’d go this far to get Sukuna’s behavior under wraps.
“And tell Javier to reach out to you when they get here, I don’t need that boy suddenly running off in the event that he accidentally calls him.” He adds.
“Got it.”
Nothing gets past his son though, for reasons only known to Sukuna. He doesn’t think he’d ever tell you about how he has the office bugged either, probably another thing he’ll be taking to the grave.
He continues to do his work up until Orpheus alerts him over the Eyesora’s arrival and begins to mentally prepare himself for the highschool reunion from hell.
He really meant it when he said he was disgusted by Yorozu, she went from biting other kids (including him) in elementary school to giving out handjobs to literally anyone who asked behind the bleachers in highschool.
No, he has no idea what happened to her after graduation. He always hoped he’d never find out either, but like what Jin said, luck has never been on his side.
He’s seen her around here and there during a night out—most of them being at one of Suguru’s many nightclubs. Unfortunately she’s rich as fuck with connections too, meaning she gets to be in the vip area as well. He never actually sticks around much longer after her arrival, Satoru doesn’t like her either, so they both get the hell out of there before she could curse them with her presence.
He gets stopped from going further down his trip to memory lane when his phone suddenly pings.
| Anger Issues🥰⛓️💥💦🤌🏼: the family ur getting sold off to is visiting you and your dad soon. can’t you just like punch her in the face or something to put a stop to everything??
| Sukuna Itadori: …
| Sukuna Itadori: that’s the craziest shit i’ve ever heard you say
| Anger Issues🥰⛓️💥💦🤌🏼: you said you’d punch any girl in the face for me on new years 😔
| Sukuna Itadori: yeah and look where that got us
| Sukuna Itadori: wait… are you jealous??
| Anger Issues🥰⛓️💥💦🤌🏼: Read at 10:24 A.M
| Sukuna Itadori: ur jealous as FUCK rn
| Anger Issues🥰⛓️💥💦🤌🏼: don’t pmo kuna
| Sukuna Itadori: don’t be jealous girl this dick is YOURS 🤭
“Sir, the Aizawa’s are headed up now.” Orpheus lets him know, ruining the fun he was having with you.
“Great.” He groans, putting his phone away. The fact that his life has come to this is just un-fucking-believable.
He still has no idea how he's going to get himself out of this, which just makes it all the worse. It’s usually so easy fixing his "mistakes", but this one has to do with his actual family, so it’s not like he can harm them.
But he has six months, he’ll figure it out… eventually.
I wish you a great New Year! Full of good memories and victories!
Fun fact: I dropped the anime in the first episode (alien kidnapped), but I gave it a second chance... I watched and watched, but I only really "connected" with the anime after episode 7 when I had a crying fit.
summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?
genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.
Inumaki's POV:
I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours now, and I don’t understand why I can’t sleep. I mean, I’ve always had issues with sleeping—insomnia’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember—but I thought it was getting better. This past week, for the first time in years, I actually slept well. It was odd, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.
But tonight? Tonight, it’s back to the old ways.
Back to no sleep.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced over at the clock.
4 a.m.
Great.
Should I even bother going to school later? Maybe I should just skip. But then… I wouldn’t see y/n.
Fuck.
The thought of not seeing her tomorrow... or today, technically... made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about. I let out another frustrated sigh and turned my head to look at my phone on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stared at it, my mind running through all the reasons why texting her at this hour would be a terrible idea.
She’s probably asleep. You’ll wake her up. She’ll think you’re being annoying. Just leave her alone.
But then again… what if she’s awake too? What if she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now?
Before I could overthink it anymore, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hesitating over the keyboard. I typed out a message and stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to hit send.
This is stupid. She’s not awake. You’ll look like an idiot.
But my thumb pressed send before I could talk myself out of it.
Hey… you up?
I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and ran a hand over my face, already regretting it. But now all I could do was wait.
Honestly, I was kind of hoping she would respond. It’s not like I can sleep, so maybe talking to her would help. But at the same time… I kind of hope she doesn’t even see my message. Because… what if I’m being too much?
What if she sees it, rolls her eyes, and thinks I’m just some guy who can’t get a grip? Someone who’s bothering her at 4 a.m. for no reason?
I sighed, staring at the faint glow of my phone screen as it sat on the bed next to me. What was I expecting? That she’d magically be awake, texting back right away? And if she did… what would I even say?
Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you?
Yeah, right. That would go over well.
I shook my head, feeling the frustration bubble up in my chest. Why was she in my head so much? Why couldn’t I just… let it go? Ignore it? Pretend I wasn’t thinking about the way she looked at me earlier, or the way her voice shook just a little when she was mad?
I groaned softly, rolling over onto my side and staring at the phone again. One minute passed. Then another. The screen stayed dark, and the silence stretched on. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better if she didn’t answer.
Because if she did… I wasn’t sure what I’d say next. Or worse, what I’d admit.
But then, to my surprise, my phone buzzed.
I blinked, staring at it for a moment as if I’d imagined the notification. The screen lit up, her name glowing back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before picking it up, as if seeing her response would somehow make this real.
WARNING: SMUT (18+ ONLY) & HEAVY FLIRTING/TEASING
A/N
things are getting veryyy spicy now 👀
hope you enjoyed this little tease
im so sorry this took so look... it was very unexpected ive just been extremely busy and honestly haven't had the energy to write much
yes this is very short butttt i kinda just want some of yalls opinion on this... like would you actually wanna read the smut (next part)
ik its late ASF BUT ENJOY IT PLEASE OR ELSE ILL CRY FR
Tags: Sukuna x fem!Reader, prisoner!Sukuna, modern au, no curse au, dead dove, vivid descriptions of violence including murder, dark romance trope, read at your own discretion, brief mention of smut at the very end.
Synopsis: Sukuna is in prison because of you. He’s ordered to undergo weekly counseling sessions. Talking to his counselor about you, it's apparent that his obsession with you is quite concerning.
An: Updates with this story are slow because I really care about it, and I want to do it justice.
Session one. | Session two. | Session three.
Each session with Sukuna left the counselor wanting more. He had to give to the prisoner: he was a phenomenal story teller. Sukuna was generally antisocial. He only conversed with others if he felt like he would gain something out of the conversation, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t incredibly charismatic.
Anyone with eyes could tell that Sukuna knew how to work a room to his advantage. Hell, his trial was basically an event for all of his fangirls. He had been turned into an idol by the press.
Unhealthy, sick individuals praised his actions. They edited his mugshots to look all cutesy. It felt like every chronically online young woman wanted to be you in this situation.
People tried finding out your true identity, but your name had been scrubbed from the media completely. Your name was a privilege to know. The counselor merely knew it because he had looked through the warrants and made copies of them before they were sealed away.
The counselor had been busy since his last session with Sukuna. He couldn’t get enough of Sukuna’s story. He went digging, trying to find you or anyone else from Sukuna’s past.
That was when he found out about Jin, Sukuna’s missing twin brother.
Immediately, the counselor had a gut feeling that Sukuna was to blame for this. He wasn’t stereotyping the prisoner, but if anyone went missing or dropped dead around Sukuna… he was usually the one to blame.
So when Sukuna came trudging back into the counselor’s office, shackles and cuffs jingling with each step, the counselor took note of Sukuna’s bloodied knuckles. It seems as if the prisoner had been busy this week too.
“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into?” The counselor asked, promptly skipping all greetings and pleasantries. He and Sukuna were the type of men who loathed small talk anyways.
Sukuna plopped down on the couch, and he let out a hearty laugh from the counselor’s concerns. “Trouble seems to find me, doc.” He answered noncommittally, shrugging his shoulders in nonchalance.
“How so?” The counselor pressed lightly. After his first couple sessions with Sukuna, he had gotten a grasp as to just when to press on and when to back off.
Sukuna eyed his cuffed hands, looking at the dried up blood and scabbed over wounds on his knuckles. “You know newbies always come in looking for something to prove.”
That… made sense. Sukuna was a big man. In fact, he was the biggest man in his pod. The newbie inmates were always looking to fight the biggest fish in the pond to prove something. It never worked in their favor. Usually, they just became the big guy’s bitch.
“I’m surprised they don’t have you in solitary confinement then.” The counselor commented, relaxing in his chair. What an odd thing to do… relax in the face of a heinous criminal. This line of work had definitely jaded the counselor.
“Got out this morning.” He grumbled lowly, not caring to continue on with this conversation any longer. He came to these sessions to relive his memories of you, not to talk about stupid shit like the newbies in the jail.
“Lucky you.” The counselor commented as he flipped through a stack of papers. “Tell me about your brother, Sukuna.”
The pink-haired male immediately gritted his teeth together so hard that it was a wonder how he didn’t shatter them. His muscles tensed, and he eyed the counselor closely, trying to decide whether the counselor had gone mad or not.
“Considering you’re asking me, I assume you already know all about him.” Sukuna answered lowly. His dark gaze was unwavering.
“I only know that his name is Jin, and he’s missing.” The counselor responded. He kept his body language open, so Sukuna would know the he’s telling the truth.
“That’s all you need to know.”
“So, Jin never met mouse?” The counselor gently pressed.
Sukuna’s breath went eerily still as his teeth ground together. His lips twitched into a snarl. If looks could kill like Sukuna did, the counselor would be dead by now. “He did.” He answered shortly, suddenly not such a good story teller.
“You don’t seem like you were very fond of him. Why not?” The counselor asked carefully. He knew if he brought you up again, Sukuna would probably snap… then snap his neck in half, and he valued his neck remaining intact.
“Jin wasn’t the star pupil everyone made him out to be. Only I knew his true nature.” Sukuna replied. He was still tense, but he at least wasn’t on the verge of catching another murder charge. It’s not like it mattered anyways. What’s one more charge? He’s serving life already.
“Everyone treated him like a star pupil?” The counselor asked, clicking his pen to start taking case notes. He was finally getting somewhere this session. Sukuna’s sessions were way too short already. The jail was too afraid of him having too much time to hurt somebody, so he was only allowed to have 20-minute sessions before he was escorted straight back to his pod.
“Tch. Everyone fucking adored him, never spoke an ill word ‘bout him.” Sukuna explained. “Our parents didn’t know they were having twins until after he was born, and I was coming out shortly after. He was the firstborn — the one they were expecting, the one that they cared about. I was just a surprise mistake compared to Jin. They had to scramble to make ends meet.”
The counselor stayed silent for a moment. It was apparent Sukuna likely lacked any parental love or guidance. His parents probably saw him as a burden. That would fuck anyone up in the head.
“Jin was their son. I was the reason for their financial struggles and stress. It didn’t help that Jin apparently came out malnourished as fuck, while I was a healthy baby. I apparently hogged all of the nutrients. It was a wonder why I didn’t just absorb him in the womb. Compared to Jin, my parents thought I was a soul-sucking leech.” Sukuna spoke with very little emotion in his voice. He wasn’t sad or even scorned. It simply just was something he dealt with.
“Did that bother you… seeing Jin receive love from your parents?” The counselor asked, attempting to gain some insight to Sukuna’s feelings on everything.
“Fuck no. I couldn’t care less. It was honestly a blessing that our parents paid me no mind. It made it easier to do whatever the hell I wanted without being bothered.” Sukuna answered confidently. His amused expression slowly coming back to him.
“That four-eyed freak could have our parents’ affection. I only gave a damn about mouse.” He added, picking some lint off of his jumpsuit.
“So, how did Jin meeting mouse lead to him going missing?” The counselor pressed, giving Sukuna a look. He knew this scenario all too well. Sukuna didn’t take well to sharing you, and if Jin got too close to you, well…
“You’re not as stupid as you seem, doc.” Sukuna said with a reserved grin. He leaned his head back against the couch, revealing his sculpted jaw along with his adam’s apple. Sukuna’s neck tattoo was playing peek-a-boo from his jumpsuit.
“Thanks?” The counselor asked with a hesitant scoff, causing Sukuna to grin more.
“You’re skipping a few chapters though.” Sukuna added as he finally found his reprieve in living out his memories with you. “When she was 16, mouse finally opened up to the idea of being mine. It only took a few instances to make her realize she wasn’t getting rid of me, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to find another who cherishes her like I do.”
The counselor knew Sukuna was leaving out key details with his “instances” like… the time he strangled a guy within an inch of his life for asking you out on a date, or the time that he tied down another guy to his motorcycle and drug him down a gravel road for giving you a very romantic valentine’s day gift, OR the time he nearly shoved a tattoo gun into his artist’s eye for hitting on you right in front of him.
“So, you two became official when she was 16?” The counselor prompted as he jotted more notes down on his notepad.
“Nope.” Sukuna replied with a toothy grin to the counselor’s surprise. “We made an oath to each other. Exclusivity. She nor I could see anyone else.” The prisoner explained, only confusing the counselor even more.
“So, you two were committed to each other, but you weren’t… romantically involved?” The counselor asked with furrowed eyebrows. It made no sense for Sukuna’s m.o. Sukuna loved through possession, owning someone. He also didn’t like sharing. There was no reason for him not to make you commit to him romantically.
“Mouse is.. a bit younger than I am by nearly two years. She was 16, and I was about to turn 18 soon. Her birthday fell in that weird timing for school, and I was held back in first grade. That’s how we ended up in the same class.” Sukuna explained, but it still made no sense in the counselor’s mind. “I knew if I made her mine when she was 16, I wouldn’t have wanted to hold back. So, in my oath, I promised to take her and give her all of me when she was 18.”
Now, that made sense.
In Sukuna’s twisted logic and severely skewed morals, he thought he was protecting you by making you wait until you were 18 to finally be official with him.
“That must’ve been hard to wait that long for her.” The counselor commented, unsure of what to say.
Sukuna shot him a warning glare. “I’d wait a century for her.” He responded in a low growl. It was a clear indication to not make anymore comments regarding you in that manner.
The counselor back-tracked, not wanting to lose Sukuna’s feeble trust. “So, what does this have anything to do with Jin?”
Sukuna relaxed with a low huff, and he sat back in his seat as he went back to telling his story. “Jin got whatever the fuck he wanted: money, girls, popularity, and he didn’t like someone having anything he didn’t.” He explained to the counselor.
“Mouse had just recently turned 18. It was our senior prom night, and I had plans to show her exactly how patient and disciplined I had been for two years.”
“You don’t seem like the type to go to prom.” The counselor commented in an amused tone.
“I only went because mouse wanted to go. She wanted one last opportunity at being a normal teenager… whatever that meant.” Sukuna explained. His expression seemed to falter to more of a thoughtful one. The counselor began to wonder if Sukuna ever regretted subjecting you to his depraved nature.
“Jin was, of course, elected prom king. He wouldn’t have accepted less, and some bitches thought it’d be funny to rig the ballot to have mouse win. They wanted to publicly humiliate her while she was on stage, knowing she still struggled talking publicly.” Sukuna went on, and slowly, the pieces started to fit together.
“I was going to create a scene, take the heat away from her, but Jin decided to take manners into his own hands and thank everyone on her behalf… as if he fucking knew her well enough to do that.”
“I was going to try to hold it in. It was just one dance with Jin. Then, I could take her home and claim her. I just had to watch one dance, but Jin knew this would be the only fucking time he had the upper hand on me. It wasn’t enough that he had our parents under his thumb. He wanted the one fucking thing that was mine and mine alone.”
A shiver went up the counselor’s back as he watched Sukuna closely. The prisoner was seething, clenching his cuffed hands together so hard that his knuckles were popping in agony. His jaw was clamped shut as he remembered what it was like to see Jin dance with you.
The counselor had seen Sukuna mad, but this was pure rage.
“What did he do, Sukuna..?” The counselor asked shakily as the air in the room was so tense. The counselor knew that their twenty minutes were coming to an end, but he hoped to god the guards got distracted so Sukuna could finish his story.
Sukuna’s breath was ragged as he recalled the memory. “His hand kept fuckin’ wandering to places it didn’t belong. I couldn’t hear him talkin’ in her ear, but I could read his lips. He was talking about some fucking after party, and he was trying to convince her to ditch his “degenerate freak little brother”. He said he’d show her a good time.”
“I was going to let it slide for the sake of not wanting to ruin mouse’s last night in high school. One fucking dance. I knew mouse wasn’t going to agree to any of that, not after we had promised ourselves to each other, but the fucker was persistent. He grabbed her arm and tried to lead her back to where his table of fucking losers were sat. She tried to pull away, but he knew he was stronger than her.” Sukuna shook his head, picking at the scabs on his knuckles to make himself bleed. It was almost a release from the pure anger he felt as he remembered that night.
“What did you do to him, Sukuna?” The counselor quietly prompted.
Sukuna’s eyes met his, and he bit the side of his cheek for a moment as if he was deciding whether he wanted to admit to yet another crime. He knew he was protected under patient confidentiality, but he had never admitted to Jin’s disappearance — not even to you.
“I dragged him out of the school. There was a pig farm behind the school. The electric fence was made out of metal. The fence posts were sharp on the top. We got to arguing about mouse. He kept asking why I cared about a little piece of ass when I didn’t care about anything else.” Sukuna continued picking at his scabs. His movement was almost compulsive to a degree.
“He said she deserved a normal life — not one that I could give her. He fucking… he fucking called it, said I’d either end up dead or in jail. Then, he made the fucking mistake of saying he’d be there to take good care of her while I’m gone.”
There was a beat of silence between the two. The counselor knew what was coming next, so he braced himself for Sukuna to describe the murder.
“I bashed his fucking head into the metal stake. He immediately died, impaled straight through his brain. I then fed his body to the pigs. I fabricated evidence to make it look like he left prom early to go meet up with a girl down in Shibuya. I buried his bones and teeth down in a graveyard after the groundskeeper inevitably fell asleep while he was on watch.”
The counselor had to bite back the urge to throw up his lunch. The food was crawling up his esophagus. He couldn’t even formulate the words to say in response. Sukuna was truly a monster for you. He had killed his own flesh and blood for insinuating that he could take you away from him.
That wasn’t even why he was caught. Jin was still on the missing persons list. His remains had never been recovered. His parents likely mourned Jin, and they had no idea it was their other son who killed him.
Sukuna leaned in, speaking with a feral grin. “I went back to mouse in the early hours of the morning, took a long shower, and fucked her until dawn, making sure she knew inside and out who the fuck she belongs to.”
“Ryomen! Times up! Let’s go!” The buzzer rang loudly in the counselor’s office, causing for him to flinch in his seat.
The counselor should’ve known better than to go digging around in Sukuna’s past. He got what he asked for. He knew that he would have to delve in to the murder that actually got him caught next session, and that terrified him even more.
