here in the solitary north is where my mind goes awry, but in the best way possible.
Wally - self-proclaimed M4M writer, he/him, Filipino-Canadian, Toji's househusband, Kento's boyfriend, Reed Richards' and Remy LeBeau's dirty little secret, Johnny Storm's #1 fanboy on call, Bryce Callahan's secret boyfriend, and the one walking in between Satoru and Suguru.
a hot mess - a gay jujutsu kaisen reverse harem story abundant with romance, smut, silliness, heartfelt moments, and trying to figure out how the hell to adjust to life in a goddamn penthouse with the hottest men you have ever seen (maybe too many pop culture references as well)
So I'm basically caught up with all your fics and I have to ask when are we getting toji and nanami introduced in the main story😭😭. I need to know!!!!!
hi friend thank you for asking and caring about my little project ❤️
being honest here, I needed a break after my last update and also my big boy office job has been getting crazy busy and I’m trying to get a promotion now so I’ve been grinding to climb the corporate ladder. also, i’ve been playing too much marvel rivals…
but… i’ve recently started writing the next chapter and it’s currently at 5k words, mhm mhm🩷 it’ll be out soon and I’ve been having the time of my life writing for the main story again… god I fucking missed it.
With this next chapter being my comeback, I rlly want to introduce the next man in a very bombastic and good way and I hope u and others love it💛
i liyterallyu just finished your a hot mess fanfic + all the special episodes on ao3 and FUCKING GODDDDDDD I LOEVED IT SOSOSOOS MUCHH, its like sososoo fucking creative. It's so refreshing to see a new fanfic style and UGRHRHRMMRMM i love ur writing sososoo much 🤤🤤🤤🤤 new chapter when?????????? i literally CANNOT wait for toji and nanami to be introdouced im like refreshing my ao3 tab everyday to see if u uploaded a new chapter LMFAOO
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new chapter when…? that’s the question because my big boy corporate office job is kicking my ass nowadays but… I recently reread the previous chapters to re-immerse myself and I started working on the drawing board yesterday, and while I can’t give a date… just know that getting started is on my radar because FAWK I NEED TO WRITE NANAMI AND TOJI IN THE MAINSTORY IM HUNGRY FOR IT TOO👹
anyways… yeah, I’m excited to resume the main story if you couldn’t tell…
a sukuna x male reader holiday special, the final snowfall
previous chapter
Summary:
Amidst the firelight, the flickering lights, and the various candles, cushioned by many blankets, pillows, and then warm water, is where two newfound and unlikely lovers, finally, after so much agonizing and fantasizing, come together and create a night worth remembering.
There is no gift greater than this.
word count: 7k words
what to expect: first time together sex, blanket fort blowjobs, Sukuna the deep throat god, getting fingerblasted in Sukuna's arms, "don't be loud, we don't wanna wake them up.", and messy, wet, hot, and vo~cal bathtub sex <3
Note: The reader is referred to as "M.C." for Main/Male Character. Y/N is cringe to me. Just imagine that "M.C." is your name, thanks.
And... I hope you enjoy <3
And with that, his face begins to travel down, planting kisses on your neck, collarbone, chest, ribs, and stomach, feeling his intimate heat even through your sweater, before he stops at your hips, his face in front of the zipper of your pants.
“Since being in a relationship revolves around being honest, or so I’ve read…” He says jokingly, with a whispery voice laced with soft eroticism. “When I saw your body in the bath last night… it took everything in me not to think of sucking your cock then and there. Your body is one of the sexiest and most perfect things I have ever seen, M.C.”
“And I’ve seen so many bodies…” He says that part to himself, knowing it would be in bad taste to mention his past conquests to you, but his brain can’t help but compare.
“Y-yeah? Funny… I was thinking the exact same thing…”
“Pfft…” He snickers to himself as he begins to pull your zipper down. “Believe me, M.C. I knew. Those eyes of yours said everything…” With your zipper down and buttons unbuttoned, he begins to pull your pants down your legs. “And in my job, you learn how to tell exactly where a person’s eyes are looking, no matter the angle or lighting. So I could tell when your eyes started at my chest…” He plants a kiss on your upper thighs when the skin shows itself. “Then to my arms…” He kisses your lower thighs. “To my abs…” He kisses the top of your feet before he pulls your pants off and tosses them to the side. “And finally… on my dick, and fuck, did your eye linger there, haha~.”
And he finally kisses your cock that was throbbing and leaking under your underwear.
“H-hng!”
You let your first noise of the night, quickly covering your mouth, remembering that the two of you are not alone in the cabin.
Truthfully, after getting alcohol in their system, none of the men could be awoken, even by an earthquake, but it’s just what your body thought of doing.
“D-did my eyes really linger that long?” You ask, your shaky voice not going unnoticed by either of you.
“Yes, yes, they did~. But hey, it made me happy…” He says, teasingly biting your underwear. “And for us to be here now, with my mouth on the prize, I’m above the fucking moon…”
With his deep and sultry voice making you shiver and his mouth barely on your cock making it throb even more, you find yourself pushing your hips and cock up against his lips.
“T-then please… let me join you up there?” You ask yearningly, not sure how much more spicy talk you can handle before letting some very slutty begs out.
“Whatever you want, M.C…” He finally grips the waistband of your underwear with his hands, his fingers sneaking under and touching the skin that only lovers can.
“Let’s fly away.”
And with barely a second passing, Sukuna pulls your underwear down, letting them smoothly travel down your legs, before also setting them to the side.
…
And after so much yearning to see this sight once more, here you are.
Finally exposed and underneath him, completely at his mercy.
You’re far from the first boy that’s ever been underneath him, but with you being his first lover, that’s where the novelty lies.
And with the firelight shining softly and ethereally on your slick and throbbing cock, Sukuna fully envelops it in the engulfing embrace of his big and veiny right hand.
“A-hah-!” Another embarrassingly loud cry of shocked bliss escapes your mouth as his palm rubs itself all over your slick tip, making you feel heated electricity all over.
But the hand that flew up to cover your mouth wasn’t yours. It was going to be, if your raised left hand is indicative of anything, but a larger, rougher hand slapped over your mouth faster.
“Shh…” He shushes you, putting a pre-slicked finger to his lips before licking your essence that coated it as he pulls his hand over your mouth away. “Mmm… fuck…” He lets out a delighted hum as your flavour dances across his taste buds and imprints itself in his memory.
“Sorry for shutting you up like that, M.C. I know no one will wake up, but… let’s not take any chances, hm? Normally, I love when I make a guy scream, but that’s when I don’t have my family in the same house as me…” He shivers at the thought of Yuji or his dad catching or hearing you two in the act before touching your cock lasciviously once more. “I have to warn you that trying to keep quiet will be hard with what I’m about to do to you, but… try for me?” He asks sweetly, his sugary words laced with aphrodisiacs.
…
You could change your mind right now, and you could just stop this risky little game before it’s too late and just snuggle or something.
But as you think these thoughts to yourself, Sukuna strokes your cock with his hot and huge hand, his calloused skin and many rings getting coated in your clear, slick and making slimy sounds as his hand goes up and down your shaft at a steady and tantalizing pace.
“Mmmm…~ Sukuna…!”
And despite his sweet words, that devious and promising smirk of his commands you to give him a response.
And so, you nod and sheepishly yet boldly get more comfortable as you place your feet above him, just right above his ass, his thick and plump cheeks of muscle and flesh feeling plushly divine under your heels and making you wish you could just grip them and squeeze them.
“I’ll try…”
With your words serving as his green light, Sukuna gives you a cheeky wink, “That’s my guy…,” before pushing your hips down on the ground, not allowing you to move at all, and he grips the base of your cock with his slimy-in-pre hand and engulfing your tip in the hot and wet embrace of his mouth.
“...!!!! Hnnn!!!...~” The slick and hot warmth of Sukuna’s mouth immediately sets your entire body, inside and out, ablaze, burning blue. And despite your best efforts, along with preparing yourself for whatever he might have planned, you still let out a quiet noise of shocked pleasure as he slowly took you inside of him, deeper and deeper, inch by inch.
“Mmm… mhm~…” He moans and hums deeply and satisfactorily as he takes more and more of your thick cock in his mouth, the vibrations making your toes dance as you moan torturously in your hand that’s covering your mouth.
Your throbbing heat, your smooth and slick skin, your underside that feels sinful against his tongue, and your ever-flowing pre-cum are better than anything he could’ve fantasized, and dare he say, your cock is better than anything he had in his mouth before, which is truly saying something.
God, to think yesterday morning he was an unashamed and unapologetic manwhore who never thought of love, to now be devotedly sucking the dick of a guy who stole his heart without even needing to do something crazy or pull any special tricks.
The adoration and infatuation he feels for you fuels and inflames him far more than lust for handsome strangers ever did, and the way your heels dig into his ass when he finally takes your entire length inside of his mouth and reaches his throat, makes his rock-hard monster in his pants throb and leak harder than it ever did prior.
It’s clear that there is no aphrodisiac or stimulant stronger than adoration, and as he savours the feeling of your whole cock filling his mouth and throat, his lips on your bush, his nose on your abdomen, and his chin on your balls, it’s obvious that he’s truly grateful for this unexpected change in his life.
“Hah… hah… m-mmm!~” With every gulp of his throat, flick of his tongue on your tip, and deep hum that reverberates all over your cock, you let out strained and hushed noises of tortured pleasure.
You’ve never had a man take you in with such ease and expertise before, and this is no doubt the result of having many bodies claimed under the sheets.
Feeling unfathomable levels of delight, impatience, torture, and need as he lingers down on you, you have to force yourself to speak, the words getting interrupted by your breathy moans and gasps multiple times.
“Su… Kuna…!” Even when you do speak, your words are chopped into pieces and strained. “Oh my god, fuck! You feel so good around me, ngahh!! S-so deep…!~”
“Mhm?~”
With your whole cock filling his mouth and throat up, all he can manage to do is let out a teasing and playful hum as he revels in how he was able to fuck up your voice just by engulfing his wet heat around your cock.
This moment tonight is something that words could never do justice.
Visualizing and imagining will never hold a candle to the painting that this intimate moment creates and the sensations and emotions that come forth with every passing second.
With warm firelight covering you two in a warm and flickering glow, quiet moans, gasps, deep hums, and wet noises creating a lewd soundscape, soft blankets and pillows brushing softly against your naked skin, and Sukuna burying his face in your hips and keeping your cock warm and wet inside of him, this snowy night is the perfect melange of romance, sex, and holiday joy.
But with impatience on both of your ends spilling over like an overfilled bucket, Sukuna begins to bob his head up and down your cock at a slow, steady, and loving pace enough to make you moan louder despite your best efforts, but still keeping the atmosphere quiet and sneakily lewd, fitting as a naughty holiday night tryst.
“… F-fuck!~ S-Sukun- Nnn-ah!”
As Sukuna goes up and down your dick like a man in heat, he does the craziest things that make you see stars, your past lives, and Santa flying in the sky with his reindeer.
The flat of his tongue rubs itself forcefully on your tip, your underside, and your balls, his wet walls feel like a hot and slippery temptation into hell, and his big hand grips your base tightly, stroking up and down, making you feel an inescapable and unrelenting wave of the greatest oral pleasures you have ever felt in your entire life.
If one searched for cock worship on Google and clicked on the Images button, a screenshot from this moment would be the first photo that appears, just from how fucking devoted Sukuna is to the cause of changing your life by sucking you off.
You want to scream, you fucking have to, with just how overwhelmingly amazing his mouth feels on your dick.
But you force yourself to bite one of the blankets near you, your teeth digging into the plush fabric as you hold your voice in, with pathetic whimpers spilling out despite your best wishes.
And perhaps because he’s an Itadori man by blood, as kind as he can be, he also has a devious streak to him, and he lets that side work in tandem with his adoring and sweet side in making you enter a flow state.
Fully aware that you’re trying your best to not scream or moan up to the snowy and glittery night skies, Sukuna makes full advantage of the fact that he can get away with making some noises with his voice being muffled by your cock and his face buried in between your thighs, moaning, humming, and rumbling, which results in your feeling an exhilarating side dish of pleasure that perfectly accompanies the sensations that his silky mouth bring.
The soundscape is playful, it’s loving, it’s heated, it’s passionate, it’s novel, it’s teasing, and most of all, it’s perfect with your gasps and whimpers, Sukuna’s moans and rumbles, the wet and slick noises that sound louder than they should under this blanket fort, and the fireplace serving as the auditory foundation.
You didn’t think your winter vacation would go like this, with you all of a sudden finding a lover of your own and somewhat immediately getting down and dirty, but with Sukuna, and no, you’re not gonna get sick of thinking this, it feels so right.
Whichever deity decided to write the story of your life with a different pen than usual, they’re deserving of all the praise and worship.
But eventually, after what seemed like an eternal fate that you’d never want to escape, with all the heat, wetness, suction, slimy friction, and vibrations spread all over your cock, you finally feel your body responding to the call that no man could ever dream of denying.
“O-o-ohhhh fuck…! I’m- Mmmmm!!!!!”
When Sukuna notices your thighs shaking after a few more seconds of deepthroating you, sucking you off, moaning all over your cock, and devotedly stroking your base, he hums proudly at the fruits of his labour and knows that for the first time tonight, your fountain’s about to shoot and spray as you deserve.
And while he would love to tease you some more and perhaps edge you with some playful and torturous words, this is a night to celebrate your coming together as a new couple (?), fuck, that word is so foreign to him, but all of that is to say, this isn’t a night for games or anything to make you cry.
Tonight, accompanied by the flickering lights, the scent of gingerbread candles, the soft blankets under you, and that December 24th (now 25th) frequency, all you deserve are orgasms that will serve as a gift greater than anything you’d find under a tree or in some shop, and he’ll be the giver.
So with that resolve, with his hand that wasn’t around your base, he grabs your hand that was tangled in his hair and adoringly laces your fingers together as he amps up the intensity in his oral ministrations.
Every flick of his tongue is stronger, his own saliva begins to form a sticky pool around your base, and your pre-cum serves as fuel that allows him to never slow down, and just go stronger and harder in his pursuit to make you shoot.
And sure enough, you feel it coming, and this moment where the pleasure builds and builds and builds like the brief moment in time when a rollercoaster ascends higher and higher before the drop, feels like needles dripped in liquid euphoria being poked all over your body.
It’s amazing, it’s tectonic shifting, it’s page turning, it’s epiphany-causing, and it’s rewiring new networks in your body.
The pure white wave that approaches from the horizon sends tremors all over your body, serving as pleasurable appetizers before the main course and crash.
You don’t know what you’re begging for, your whispers are strained, and you’re just an all-around mess that’s about to become even messier, but fuck, is it exhilarating and feeling like heaven and hell all at once.
And after hearing your begs and pleas for release and for an unforgettable few minutes in heaven, Sukuna puts all his power and strength in his tongue as he full-on assaults your sensitive and leaking tip with the flat of it, twisting his wrist around your slimy-in-spit-and-pre base as he does so.
And that was when the first building in your city came crashing down.
That was when your first orgasm of the night came forth.
As the greatest sensations and pleasures known to men begin to stake their claim over your entire body, you shove the blanket that fell off your face a few minutes ago back over your mouth to muffle your moans to the heavens, tears falling from your eyes like little diamonds as your cock starts shooting its first splurt of white cream.
And fucking hell, you’re shooting like a boy who hasn’t cum in weeks (which you are).
The intensity and speed at which you shoot cum inside of Sukuna’s eagerly awaiting tunnel is a testament not just to how long you went without cumming due to a stressful exam season, but also to Sukuna’s long-honed expertise and knowledge of pleasuring a man.
Everything he did with his tongue, everything he did with his throat, everything he did to your tip, everything he did to your base, and everything he did to your balls, was all done with professional fluidity and power, and it shows with how much jizz you’re shooting inside of him and with how your eyes are rolling back.
As your creamy, raw, and all-you flavour floods his mouth and coats his taste buds, Sukuna closes his eyes blissfully and hums satisfiedly yet greedily, like a man getting his high from the worst yet best drugs a man can let enter his system.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm…. Mhm~ Mm-!” But soon enough, the volume at which you shoot becomes too much for him to handle, and he has to pull his mouth off your cock to swallow what was given to him.
As such, you begin to shoot semen all over his face, your creamy white meeting the deep black of his tattoos, marking his skin in your own way, with your own design.
“Oho…. fuck, M.C! Yeah, that’s good, that’s right~ Keep shooting for me, okay~? Fuck, you’re enjoying this as much as you can and should, yeah?”
As sweetly romantic as the setting is, Sukuna’s words and what you do to his face are nothing you’d see on a Hallmark Christmas movie for families, with him never stopping his lewdly vile encouragements, even as you paint his face.
“God, look what I did to you… that was all me…” As semen gets on his lips, he keeps talking. “Stick with me, and this will be your every night…” Strings now dribble down his chin. “Now that I’m your man, you’ll enjoy everything I’m capable of…”
As he speaks, he never stops stroking the base of your pulsating cock, with your fresh cum coating his fingers and the rings, your life energy getting imbued and stored in his gemstones and steel.
But finally, after a few more seconds of thriving in that glowing white flow state, your cock that was once shooting rockets calms down to weak little spurts of your remaining first orgasm.
The once high-adrenaline and highly amorous atmosphere, laden with moans, slick noises, and the sound of semen splurting, is now peaceful yet still physically heated and slightly humid with the scent of cum and sweat intermingling with the scent of holiday baked goods and spices.
Accompanying the ever-present cracks of the fireplaces are your and Sukuna’s exerted huffs, and your sweaty body and his cum-glazed face shine ever brighter as the light of the fire touches you.
Satisfied with a job well done, Sukuna moves up from his spot between your thighs and stands up on his knees and looms above you, his head almost about to touch the manmade blanket ceiling.
As he wordlessly stares at your sinfully tantalizing, sweaty naked body, you admire what you did to him as well.
There’s something so charmingly masculine and leg-quivering about looking at a man’s face after he just spent the last few minutes between your thighs and made you shoot all over him after he pleasured you endlessly and devotedly, your cum still glazed and shining on him
This is a real man.
And you get to call him yours, despite all odds.
With the heat becoming far too much for him, Sukuna finally pulls his godforsaken (in his opinion only) ugly Christmas sweater over his head and thinks of tossing it into the nearby fire before just tossing it where your discarded clothes are.
Now, you can perv on each other’s torsos freely, with no need to hide the fiery hunger in your eyes.
Your eyes are on his expansive pecs, his rock-solid abs, his mountainous shoulders, and the tattoos that dance all along his skin like a personal trademark, and his eyes are on your soft skin, your muscles that, while nowhere near as large as his own, speak of your own strength.
And Sukuna’s arousal is apparent.
His herculean cock that you saw last night, throbs and pulses under his pants, demanding instead of begging to be let out.
“M.C…” Sukuna finally speaks, wiping your cum off his face with a hand. “Come here…”
With impatient gentleness, he puts one hand under your hips and the other under your back and lifts you off the ground, holding you in his arms.
“H-huh?!” You were still catching your breath and regaining clarity when he picked you up, so all you could do was make a shocked and breathy noise as you lay limp and twitchy as he held you close. “Sukuna? What are you, hah, what are you doing?” You ask as he begins to move the two of you out of the blanket fort.
“M.C… I can’t lie, I’m getting so fucking impatient, and I want nothing more than to just say fuck it and ruin you, and make you scream and have us turn that blanket fort into a sweaty and cum-soaked mess together… But while I still have some of my sanity in place, I’m just taking us somewhere that we can get messy and a bit noisier.”
…
Such lewd, dirty, and imagination-activating words… they make your cock leak once more in anticipation and hunger, and all you can do is hug your face into his face as he stands on his feet and begins walking to God knows where.
“O-okay… yes, please. I’d like that…”
“And don’t worry, M.C… All I want tonight is to make you understand how serious I am about you, and I’m gonna do that by making you feel nothing but pleasure and joy…”
As he walks, he sneaks his hand that he used to wipe your cum off his face down your back, tracing two fingers down your spine and leaving a trail of your essence.
“There won’t be any games, just sensations that will make you cling to me, leave scratch marks on my back, and say my name over and over and over again like I’m your God.”
He brings those two fingers even lower… brushing right against your asshole.
“A-Aaah!” You moan into his chest as his fingers circle your rim and rub against your puckering ring.
“And, I’ll claim you as my own, body and soul. I’ll claim you on the outside with bite marks…”
And to drive his point home, he bites into your right shoulder, leaving a mark of his newfound lover’s claim over you.
“I’ll claim you emotionally and mentally with the sound of my voice…”
He blows a warm stream of air into your ear.
“And I’ll claim you on the inside with…”
“Fuck!”
And with those cum-slicked fingers that were teasing your asshole, he finally pushes them in, deep.
“My. Cock.”
He whispers those words into your ear with a deep, dominant, and commanding tone, not promising, but ensuring you of what’s to come.
He continues to fingerfuck you and push his fingers deeper inside your hole as he walks and whispers dirty things into your ear, making you feel multiple instances of pleasure, physical and verbal.
“With the very same cock you just couldn’t stop looking at last night… I’m gonna fuck you so good, M.C… I’m gonna fuck you so right… I’ll show you what you were missing out on before you met me… before you fucking stole my heart.”
He speaks provokingly as if challenging and belittling whoever you slept with in the past.
His fingers swirl around your hole, your cum slicking up your walls immediately. With every scissoring motion and with every curve of his knuckles, he stretches you for him expertly.
“Are you excited, M.C.? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you up, fill you up, and show you just what I can do with my… heh, no, maybe I’ll call it your cock? I am yours after all…”
His words, his lewd yet loving expression, and his unrelenting fingers all make your mind a blur, but one thing's for certain: you want this man that you now call your own to fuck you into the next holiday season.
And with a kiss to his lips that he eagerly reciprocates, you look into his heated and devoted eyes, his fingers never stopping.
“Please don’t make me wait anymore, Sukuna. C- H-hnng! Cl-claim me, take me, fuck me, whatever you want, just do it, please!”
…
“Heh, whatever you want, M.C.”
Upon hearing your honest and lustful pleas, with a veteran soldier’s accuracy, Sukuna JABS your prostate with his two fingers, not even giving you a millisecond to scream before he begins to fingerblast you as he continues walking.
He fingerblasts your sweet spot so fucking fast and hard over and over and over and over and over again that you can’t even moan or gasp, with the sensations and pleasure of his immediate and merciless assault knocking your voice out of your throat every single fucking time.
SCHLOPSCHLOPSCHLOPSCHLOPSCHLOPSCHLOP
Wet and slimy noises of his thick and big fingers going in and out of you, full-on heartlessly assaulting your prostate, are loud and unashamed as you wordlessly scream against Sukuna’s chest.
“I’m gonna make sure you never forget this night, M.C.”
His voice is sturdy and firm, and his face confident and promising, as if he isn’t completely brutalizing and violating your sweet spot with your fingers and completely emptying your brain of all cognizant thoughts, with you clinging to him like a brainless beast.
“Lust and love… yeah, that’s the type of night I wanna give you…”
And finally, he reaches a door after walking the two of you through a dark hallway.
“While I’m still learning this romance thing… There’s one thing that I can give you…”
He opens the door and walks the two of you into a room you’ve never been in.
“And it’ll be the best dicking down you’ll ever have…”
He then begins to close the door.
“Let’s unwrap another gift, hm, M.C.?”
And right before the door shuts…
You let out a silent scream as you cum once more, shooting cum all over Sukuna’s chest.
A few barely lit candles reflect off dark wood walls, the scent of luxurious and aromatic oils dances in the air, a pair of jeans and boxers lie discarded on black tiled flooring, and the sounds of passionate moans, kisses, and slushing water echo freely and unapologetically.
Glistening with water, oil, and semen, looking like a beautifully debauched piece of art and perfectly embodying lust, longing, and newfound love, you and Sukuna make love in a bathtub larger than a bathtub should normally be in water that you can’t tell is hot because of its temperature or because of your two exerting and impassioned bodies working up a rose-scented sweat.
As you bounce up and down Sukuna’s cock in the hot and slippery water, and as he grips your hips and aids you in the motions, your lips are stuck together as if bound by a magnetic pull, but no matter how kiss-swollen your lips get, no matter if Sukuna bites a bit too hard and draws some blood, and no matter if you’ve been making out ravenously and infatuatedly for the past who knows how many minutes, you just can’t get enough of each other’s lips and kisses, wanting to enjoy each other’s touch in as many ways possible, at the same time.
“Aah~, ahh~, a-a- Oh-ho….. fuck yeah, M.C…”
Whenever you both need to, unfortunately, pull away for air, Sukuna, in a breathy, deep, and bewitching timbre, sends shivers all over your spine with lascivious declarations of romantic pleasure, letting you know that he’s loving everything that he’s feeling.
“Shit… and to think…” He pushes back his wet and sweaty hair off his forehead with one hand, the other holding you steady in his lap. “To think just yesterday I was in this very same tub, ngh, talking to my bud about some cute guy that got my attention… And to think that that very same boy is now riding my dick? Ohhhhh, fuckkk~” His words get cut off when one thrust into you feels a bit too good, worshippingly burying his face in your neck, licking up your sweat and some water as if to satiate his accumulating thirst. “Life works in funny ways… a-ah~!”
“Mm! W-what did you say about me?”
“Oh… just told him that I met a cutie who can cook~,” He scratches down your back, “Looks good in a fluffy sweater…,” He grips your ass with both of his hands, “Has a soft and cute voice…,” And he fucks you harder, “And that I wanted nothing more than to get into his sweet tight ass that looked a bit too good in those pants he was wearing…”
“A-Ah! Shit, Sukuna!” You slip on your knees, unable to ride him anymore, and just letting him fuck up into you roughly and quickly despite you both being mostly underwater. His large cock brutalizes your insides with its monstrous size and girth, yet every thrust feels like a rough kiss rather than a heartless jab on your insides. Loving and lustful, just like Sukuna. “I, fuck! I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”
“Hmm, hmm~ I got so much more than what I wanted. When I talked to my bud, you were just a cute guy who I thought would be fun to fuck or at least befriend… but clearly, you ended up becoming way more than that… And, thank God for that. Sex was always great, but… it never felt like this before. I never had sex with a heart that feels like it’s floating on air, like it’s rubbing against silk sheets. I’m never looking back…”
Again… you never intended to make this man go from certified fuckboy to certified loverboy but… hey, why complain about a good thing?
“I’m never looking back either… Everything about you makes me go crazy… And I wanna learn everything about you… the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly… all of that would make me feel closer to you… and that’s all I want.”
“... Goddamn it!”
Like the final string of restraint was snapped within him, your heartfelt and desperate words to know all about him make Sukuna go all-out in his pursuit to make you see stars tonight, slamming up into it at a brutal and devoted pace, the water all around you splashing and sloshing around, looking beautifully picturesque in this dimly lit washroom.
SLAMSLAMSLAMPLAPLAPLAPLSPLASHSPLASHFWOPFWOP
Fueled by love, hunger, desperation, and adrenaline, Sukuna flip-flops between a man wanting to treat his boy to a night of treasuring and worship and a beast wanting nothing more than to be coated white in your cum, similar to a beast covered in blood panting in victory.
“Anything you want, M.C., I’ll give it to you!” He says in a deep and exerted rumble, “Anything you want me to say, I’ll say it! Anything you want to learn, it’s all yours! Ask me, and I’ll give you the whole world and more if you so please!”
“God, fuck! M.C.!!!!!!! You want me to fly you across the world? I’ll make it happen! You want me to take you to the nicest places? I’ll make it happen! You want me to fuck you for three days straight like a brainless animal and make you forget your damn name?! YOU WOULDN’T NEED TO ASK! FUCK!”
His voice echoes in the washroom as he yells his devotion and willingness to make any of your wishes come true, and what’s crazy is that you cannot tell if it’s lust or love driving him into this amorously insane state, or perhaps it’s both…
And all you can do is whimper, whine, and nod against him as he fucks you, brutalizes you, worships you, and claims you forever as his boy.
But soon enough, after your sweet spot is assaulted, violated, and attacked by his cock in the best way endlessly for some time, you feel that familiar impending rush, and Sukuna is no different, if rambling ending and shaky thrusts and grip on your ass are anything to go off.
“I’m- I’M CLOSE, M.C.! GOD, I’M GONNA FUCKING BUST INSIDE OF YOU!” Sukuna bites into your shoulder, realizing that he’s getting a bit loud. “Is… Fuck! Do you want that, M.C.? You want me to paint your insides white with my cum? You want me to claim in the deepest way possible?”
“... I want nothing more, Sukuna… Make me yours forever, and yours alone… I don’t want to ask to be yours anymore… I want to thank you for making me yours. I don’t want to say please, I want to say thank you.”
And the fire in Sukuna’s eyes that were already burning blue, goes above and beyond and burns an electrifying sapphire colour, as if a truck’s headlights shone directly on a giant gemstone.
And he doesn’t speak, for he lets his body, thrusts, and cock, do the talking, promising, and marrying between your two bodies.
He just slams you down on his steel-hard cock at a blinding pace, mashes your lips against his, and takes you to the moon as you asked him to do.
Water with cum from previously busted loads splashes out of the bathtub and onto the floor. You’re both glistening and soaked in water, oil, and sweat, and your voices are muffled in each other’s mouths, and somehow, there’s nothing more romantic than this mindless, beastly, and fiery making of love.
And soon enough, the dam breaks and you and Sukuna fly to the moon and paint the sky white for the final time tonight.
“NGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“MMMMMM!!!!!!!”
You shoot white streams of hot cum all over Sukuna’s chest, into the bathwater, and even onto your faces when your cock pokes out of the water, and Sukuna unloads a barrel of his own hot cream inside you, painting your insides white and leaving his watermark and signature, marking the space as his and his only.
The washroom, once pristine and luxurious, is now humid, musky, and filled with a mix of many scents, including spiced apple candles, aromatic bath oils, sweat, musk, and semen to create a heady aroma that keeps you two in a sex-heightened flow state as you release and moan brainlessly into each other’s mouths, still kissing even after you feel tornadoes, tidals waves, and lightning strikes all over your bodies.
This is love in its most carnal, primal, and ferocious state.
This is lust, it’s most adoring, infatuated, and devoted state.
And for a man like Sukuna, who is learning how to love, who has only known and enjoyed lust for many years, it perfectly suits him.
Soon enough, the fire dies down, the tornadoes fade away, the waves go back to the ocean, and the clouds clear to reveal a starry sky, one that you and Sukuna lie under, snuggled together, panting harshly as you come back to Earth and go back from beasts to men.
What was once a room rampant with water moving around like a stormy sea, echoing with passionate moans, and skin slamming against skin, and lips kissing lips, is now silent and serene with just the sounds of you and Sukuna catching your breath.
Finding his voice first, Sukuna raises his leaned-back head to look down at you, seeing you pressing your face against his cum-streaked and oil-slick chest.
He kisses your head, testing to see if you’re still awake. “Hey…” His voice is a soft whisper, not wanting to take you out of your peaceful state after such a passionate and climactic moment. “You still awake, M.C.?”
“...Mhm…” It’s quiet, but he can hear you affirm his words with a hum. Slowly but surely, you take your face off his chest and sit back on his lap. “Somehow…”
Laughing at the cum that’s all over your face as a result of you resting on him, Sukuna wipes it all away with a hand before looking into your tired eyes. “I gotta give it to you… Not many guys can handle a night with me, especially when I’m fired up like that. We truly must be meant for each other…” He jokes, enjoying the smile that appears on your tired face.
“Yeah, yeah, if you say so… Anyways… It should go without saying that we should probably take a shower. I’m not sure what the water to oil to cum ratio in this bathtub is, but all I know is that I’m not feeling clean.”
“Gotta agree with you there. But personally… I just wanna say in here for a bit longer, if that’s okay with you? It’s… nice to just sit here in the barely lit silence with the sound of the water with you in my arms…”
“... Well, considering that I’m still feeling a bit too limp to move… Let’s do just that…”
“Fuck yeah…”
And so, with a few fewer candles lit than before, as a result of the water splashing around in the midst of your passionate tryst, and the heady aroma of scented candles, sweat, and semen floating around you like a cloudy reminder of what you two have become tonight, you and Sukuna lay in silence, in each other’s embrace, thinking different things.
A few seconds pass by before Sukuna speaks up while rubbing your back up and down.
“M.C., Realistically speaking… and I still stand by really wanting to try and be a good man for you, but, what do you… want in the long term, for us, specifically.” He says, looking up at the dark ceiling. “I know that I can expect cute dates, sleepovers, and taking photos on trips because, ahem, that’s why I saw that boyfriends are supposed to do online, but… what about when we’re older… and all that shit?”
…
Is this post-nut pondering?
“Am I maybe… thinking too hard about this or-”
“No, Sukuna. You’re asking an important question that would’ve needed to be asked anyway, especially considering the foundation we’re starting on. And, for what it’s worth, I think that a man who thinks too much is better than a man who doesn’t think at all; it shows that you’re serious about us, and that means a lot to me.” You think to yourself for a bit, letting one of your hands dance around in the water before you speak. “To answer your question… I don’t think I have an answer yet, haha…”
“What?”
“I just think that… It’s too early for me to know what I want with you yet. I think that the more time we spend together, the more we learn about each other, and the more we adjust to each other’s lives… that’s how my vision for our future will develop. Rather than think too much about the future… let’s let the present and past guide us.”
“... Let the present and past guide us…” He repeats your words slowly to himself, letting them sink in. “I think I get what you mean. It’s like… letting those cute dates and all that shit serve as the foundation for our relationship and lead us in the direction we deem best.”
“Exactly. I think that it’s cute that you looked online for information about relationships, but… not all relationships have guidebooks for guys like us, who… come from such different worlds and have lived such different lives. We’re just gonna have to move forward together and push through any obstacle that comes our way. Then and only then, maybe I’ll have an answer for what I want for my future with you…”
“So what can we do now?”
“Well, I think the first step of our relationship is… enjoying the rest of this vacation. Jeez, Sukuna, all this talk about the future and we still haven’t even seen all the gifts being opened yet…” You tease him affectionately, adoring the feeling of his skin and muscles against yours.
“... I’m thinking I’m starting to learn what kind of man I’ll be in a relationship…”
“Heh, can’t say I hate it though…”
…
“M.C.?”
“Yeah?”
“Meeting you was probably one of the greatest gifts I received yet.”
…
“... I feel the same way.”
And so, covered in many layers of multiple substances, with the faint light of nearby candles barely illuminating the room, with your heartbeats pounding against each other’s chests, and with a gratitude like no other filling your souls for such an amazingly unexpected holiday season, you and Sukuna hold each other close, like you’re both each other's newfound treasures.
Who knew that the tattooed stranger you met yesterday would become your newfound lover, who knew that you’d travel across Aomori with him and do many things together that you typically would never do with a man you just met, who knew that you’d steal each other’s hearts in record time.
And really, who knew that this would all happen after Yuji asked you if you wanted to join his winter vacation?
…
If only it could last forever.
You have so much more you want to do, say, and enjoy with everyone on this trip.
And while it can’t, while you’re still in Sukuna’s arms, you find yourself wishing for one thing.
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Summary:
Tonight, love is the central theme. Confessions, beating hearts, and sweaty palms included.
Whether it be familial, romantic, familiar, or unfamiliar, all that truly can be said is that love comes in many forms, is received and given in many ways, and is valued on different levels depending on the individual.
All that being said... what the fuck is Yuji wearing?
word count: 22.2k words
what to expect: wholesome xmas things, gifts, love confessions, blanket forts, real and important talks about love and someone's past, and... the beginning of long-anticipated lovey dovey holiday spice under the lights~
Note: The reader is referred to as "M.C." for Main/Male Character. Y/N is cringe to me. Just imagine that "M.C." is your name, thanks.
As soon as you opened the door to the cabin and Sukuna let out a deep yet resonant “We’re back!”, that’s when the chaos unfolded.
“gasp THEY’RE HERE!!!!~~~” A raspy and muffled voice yelled excitedly, similar to a puppy excited that his favourite people are back.
“My babies!!!!!~” A fatherly and peppy voice joined in, speaking in a singing tone. “Come to papa~.”
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You weren’t even able to close the front door before three pairs of booming footsteps began approaching you at an intense speed, sounding like a goddamn chase sequence from Poppy Playtime or something.
“Oh fuck my life…” You whisper harshly to yourself, fearful of your impending fate.
…
Like the stampede scene from The Lion King, you already know what’s going to happen, and all you can do is brace for the group hug or, more like, the football tackle that’s coming your way as two muscular pink-haired men and your father come closer to the front door. You know there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself from getting slammed into the ground and flattened like a pancake, but hey, at least you won’t be alone in your suffering… uh, bitch?
…
In this moment, as you look to the man who was supposed to be standing by your side or maybe even standing in front of you like the gentleman you thought he was, so he could brace the tidal wave that was coming, a certain quote you once read online comes to mind.
“An honest enemy is always better than a friend who lies. Pay less attention to what people say, and more attention to what people do. Their actions will show you the truth.”
Ryoumen Sukuna is a strong man. He’s huge, built like a gladiator from ancient times, sturdy like a fortress of muscle, and surely able to handle any physical threat that comes his way. You don’t know yet what kinds of fights or dangerous situations he’s been through, but he has this aura of a man who has stories to tell with scars that’ll do the talking. You’re strong yourself, but Sukuna could definitely overpower you in less than a millisecond and faster than you could say “Choke me.”
All of this is to say, Sukuna could definitely endure a human version of the Pokémon move Giga Impact on your behalf.
So then…
WHY IS HE STANDING BEHIND YOU LIKE A COWARDLY DOG?!?!?!?
BRO…. BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL?!?!?!?
You’re baffled, shocked, and shook that the man who you believed was a strong and badass, yet sweet and kindhearted gentleman, is actually throwing you to the wolves and is fucking SMIRKING as he does so.
“... Excuse me, sir…” You say, petrified in place and keeping your eyes on where the stampede is approaching from. “I think you were supposed to move in front of me, actually… Y’know, like a real man should?”
“Mmm…I think I’m happy where I am, M.C.~” He says with an innocent smile that you can just hear. “But let me take these off you, don’t want them to break… that’d be bad.” He gently takes the gift bags as well as your bag off your petrified body.
…
Well, at least he was kind enough to grab the bags from your hands so that the gifts inside would be safe from any potential damage, but still, what a fucking bitc-
“Oh, but it’s fine if my bones break? Are the gifts really more important than m- Actually… don’t answer that question, the answer might piss me off.” You say bitterly, before you begin to sweat nervously as the footsteps sound like pounding drums. “SukunaISwearToFuckingGodPleaseDon’tDoThisIDon’tWannaDieI’mTooYoungAndIHaven’tGottenMarriedYe-”
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
“Oh, fuck…”
With the footstomps getting louder and closer, it’s too late to save yourself or even tell the men coming your way to slow down, and all you can do is fearfully look to where the noise is coming from.
Coming from the kitchen or from the bedroom hallway, you first see Yuji leading the herd as he runs to you with open arms and oh my god…
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?
Nah, how about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Beefcake!
Your best friend is wearing a fluffy reindeer onesie that’s… kind of a tight fit on his big buff body, with his muscles making the fabric stretch and strain and his chest, shoulders, and back muscles threatening to make the zipper burst open. And if his raspy voice that you heard earlier wasn’t enough of an indicator that he’s still sick, then the Rudolph face mask with, of course, an adorable red nose on it that he’s wearing definitely is and… God fucking damn it, that’s so fucking cute!!!!!!!!!
And stomping behind Yuji, but no less loud is Jin and your father wearing… Thing 1 and Thing 2 onesies?!?!?! What the fuck have the three of them been doing since you and Sukuna were out and about?
You can’t ask any more questions inside your head with the distance between you and the herd getting smaller and smaller, so with your last few seconds of being alive on Earth, you make use of those seconds by looking at the smirking tattooed traitor behind you, whom you thought you could trust, whom you called a friend, whom you though would protect you, and WHOM YOU HAD (you still have one, don’t even try to lie) A CRUSH ON, and give him a few choice words.
“You’re such a fucking fa- OOOOOOOOOOF-”
…
Ouch...
You didn’t even have enough time to finish your flavourful words for Sukuna before you got slammed by a tidal wave of three guys, made a perfect imitation of the Roblox death sound upon impact, and got pushed far back enough to fall back outside onto the snow, which thankfully made the landing not really painful at all.
…
For a few seconds, all you saw was white and a bunch of Tweety Birds flying around in circles.
Whether it’s because you were knocked out of consciousness for a second or because of the white sky raining snow on your face, you’re not sure, but the multiple hands running through your hair, patting your head, and rubbing your cheeks slowly bring you back to the real world.
As you lie on the ground, dazed and breathless and about to curse the heavens for starting your Christmas in such a way, your big and warm best friend who’s straddling you and nuzzling into your neck like a big puppy immediately makes your heart melt, and you find yourself sighing fondly and exasperatedly while rubbing his back.
“Mmm~… welcome back, M.C. I- ahem We missed you!~~~~” Yuji said excitedly, panting like a young boy who just ran downstairs to open his presents as he snuggled on top of you. “I know it was just a day that you and nii-chan were gone, but… mmm, one day was still too much…” His words were already muffled by his mask, but they’re even more so with his face buried in your neck.
… Meh, the annoyance you felt was gone as soon as Yuji opened his mask-covered mouth and started snuggling up to you like he always does in that baby koala style of his.
“Pfft, I missed you too, big guy…” You play with one of the antlers on the hood of his onesie. “But… remind me who it was that begged his nii-chan to take me out of the cabin yesterday?” You clear your throat before trying to replicate Yuji’s voice. “‘Please. Nii-chan? He won’t go out by himself, but… if you offer to go with him in my place, he could still have fun today…’ The same guy who said that ended up missing us that badly despite us not even being gone for 24 hours?” You say, enjoying the way Yuji stiffens on top of you.
“Mmm… shut up…” He says, moving his face away from you, sitting up, still on your lap. “Two things can be true. I wanted you to have fun, and I’m truly glad that you did, but I still missed you two…” He said, crossing his arms like a pouting little boy.
“Aww… Yuji…” Jin, having been sitting beside you two on the ground with your father after they all tackled you, joined the conversation with a fake pout of his own. “I thought you were having a good time with the two of us… What, are these two oji-sans not hip or cool enough for you?” He says, wiping a fake tear away.
“Ugh… otou-san… I was having fun, a lot of fun actually, until you and M.C.’s dad started whooping my ass over and over again at Smash Bros.!!!!” Yuji says with a frustrated huff. “Seriously, M.C., nii-chan, and I play Smash a lot, and I like to think I’m pretty good, but you two kept winning so much to the point that I ended up rage-quitting and going to bed early! Do you know how demoralizing it is to lose to an Isabelle main over and over?!?!?”
“Hmm?” Jin hums innocently. “Oh, that's just a game that my friends and I like to play during our weekly men's nights~ I wouldn’t say I’m thatttttt good~” He says with faux innocence and a wink. “I think you just need to get better, sweetie.” Your father nods along pettily at his friend’s words. “Or what do the younger folk say… git gud?”
“B–b-buh?! You-”
Before Yuji can say anything that shouldn’t be said to his father, Sukuna finally, after watching the silly little exchange on the ground with a hand covering his mouth and snickering, does something to help you and bends down to lift his younger brother off of you, and holds the beefcake Rudolph in his arms princess-style.
“Al~right you guys, let’s head inside already. ” Sukuna says, eager to get inside where it’s warm and fragrant with the scent of freshly cooked dinner and desserts. “As fun as this show is to watch, I’d prefer if M.C. didn’t get sick because a certain beefcake kept him pinned against the snow. One sick man is already enough to deal with, and if M.C.’s ass isn’t freezing, mine definitely is, so let’s gooooo.”
Geez, you know Sukuna is strong, but the way he was able to lift Yuji’s heavy ass is still super impressive even if it was surely nothing for him.
Yuji, like a brat throwing a tantrum, goes limp in his brother’s arms. “Mmmmmm, yeah yeah I get it, I’m the dumbass for getting sick on a trip, I know, I know…” He says, rolling his eyes. “I ruined everyone’s trip, and I should be sooo ashamed of the fact!”
Sukuna rolls his eyes as well and walks back into the warmth of the cabin. “Hey man, you said it, not me.”
“Hey! You’re supposed to be nice to me because I’m sick and be all ‘Aw, don’t say that, bud… We’re just happy that you’re here.’ and give me belly rubs and all that stuff…” Yuji says as if he isn’t a grown man with responsibilities. “Yet here you are being cruel and mean and-”
Their voices get quieter as the two of them head further inside, yet their arguing voices are just audible as they were outside with you and the two older men listening to them, still on the ground.
“You know I could just drop you right here, right now, yeah?”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t because I’m your sweet, innocent and sick little bro-”
“Ah~, you’re right, you’re sick, thanks for reminding me.”
THUD
“I don’t wanna catch what you have.”
“OWWWW, MY ASS!!!! MY THICC JUICY A-”
The following string of words doesn’t need to be acknowledged.
Your father pulls you back up with his hand and walks in as well, blowing warm air into his hands.
Jin chuckles fondly at his sons being rowdy as they always are, not even one minute after you and Sukuna got back to the cabin.
“Ah… I’m so glad to see my two boys getting along so well…” The pink-haired man says with a voice softer than freshly washed sheets. “This is all I wanted…”
You tilt your head at Jin’s words, looking back and forth where the arguing voices in the cabin are coming from, and the man looking at them as if they're crying because they missed each other.
“Sorry, Jin-san, believe me when I say I’m happy that you’re happy, but… to me it sounds like if we don’t go inside soon and stop them from arguing, then we might end up having a dead body to worry about…” You say with concern as you hear their voices get louder and the language gets more colourful. “Is the ‘getting along well’ in the room with us?”
To that, Jin smiles softly as he puts a hand on your shoulder and walks you back into the cabin. “Well, M.C., let me tell you this as their father. Whenever Sukuna comes back to Sendai with Yuji to visit me whenever I whine about how lonely I am, he’s so exhausted from his job that he spends his time snoring up a storm on the couch, or he’ll sometimes even work remotely if he deems he has to! It’s like I only have one of my sons visiting at times!” Jin says with a sigh. “That boy works far too much… but when I see him and Yuji right now bickering and roughhousing like they always did when they were just boys… I can tell he’s finally thinking about stuff other than work…”
You nod and hum at Jin’s words, his fatherly voice warm and wholesome as he speaks about his hard-working oldest, making you feel all fuzzy inside from how happy he sounds. It’s nice to learn something new about the tattooed man that you’ve recently become infatuated with, especially from his father, who seems to have lots of concern for his well-being. Such words from Jin only speak to how good a son he must be.
So he’s a workaholic, eh?
“Wow… I wouldn’t have guessed he was that kind of guy…” You say thoughtfully.
“Hehe… Oh yeah, upon first glance, I don’t think anyone would think of him as anything else but a Yakuza heir or a delinquent of some sort, only for him to just be a sweet and hard-working puppy behind the tattoos and muscles.” He says humourously, before closing the door behind you.
He then puts a warm hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eye. “But anyways, while it’s just us here… I want to thank you, M.C. For being able to bring my boy back to Earth and remember what it’s like to be human, even if only for a little bit.”
… H-huh?
His words and tone are full of nothing but gratitude, and you feel yourself flushing under such generosity and heartfelt emotions.
What did you do? Other than hang out with him and have fun around Aomori… It’s not like you really did anything extraordinary or meaningful…
“Um… O-oh, I-” You end up stuttering, not expecting Jin to thank you like this out of nowhere. “That’s super sweet of you, Jin-san, but I don’t really think I ended up doing anything, though…?”
And to that, Jin holds one of your hands and squeezes it gently, the warmth washing over your skin and being more than appreciated, especially after you got football tackled into the snow… with Jin being one of the jocks who did so, but whatever.
“No, M.C. I really do mean it.” His eyes are as sweet as sugar as he speaks from his heart. “I don’t know what you did, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Sukuna’s shoulders look so relaxed. It’s been a while since I’ve seen his fists unclenched. And oh my god, I forgot what my boy’s face looked like with anything other than a frown on it!” He says with a soft laugh before holding your hand with both of his. “I don’t know, maybe he just needed a different type of friend without him knowing it. Someone separate from that world of his, and able to show him what other things there can be in life.”
You laugh softly, maybe with a hint of self-depreciation. “Pfft, like what? How to be a homebody and keep to himself with only a friend to call his own?” You shake your head. “I guess if he’s interested in learning how to shut himself away for a good amount of time, then yeah, I’m your guy.”
“Hehe…” Your little joke got a laugh from him. “Hmm, I’d say more so… you’re showing him what it’s like to be around someone who can be loving and caring, and also inquisitive and cheeky as well… Not to say he doesn’t already have good friends, but… you’re different. You’re probably the breath of fresh air he didn’t know he needed.” He says sincerely before sitting you both down on a bench near the front door.
“I consider you a blessing to my family, you know? You’ve been nothing but amazing to Yuji, and ever since you two became friends, he always talks to me so happily about the things you do together or even what you’re up to in general, and I love that he has someone like you.” He intertwines his fingers with yours. “And to see you maybe bringing some newfound light to Sukuna as well? It just makes me so so happy as a father… So thank you, M.C. Thank you for treating my boys so well; they really deserve someone like you.”
…
Oh, fuck.
Great, now you can feel tears forming.
You really didn’t think you were gonna be crying on Christmas, but here you are.
Jin’s heartfelt words are so kind and sincere that you can’t help but tear up from just how grateful this man is to you.
You didn’t think you did anything that impactful or meaningful, really.
You were just being you, your dorky, reclusive, and eccentric self.
All you and Yuji really do is play games at your place, work out together and eat junk food right after, cry and agonize over school, and thirst over fictional men… but then again, before you and he found each other, you were just a friendless nerd with nothing but failed relationships to lament over and your hands and fictional men to keep you company and he was a popular boy surrounded by fake and superficial people who cared about his status rather than his smile.
You and he found a partner in each other, and you are thankful for Yuji being in your life… as hair-pullingly frustrating he can be at times.
After failed relationships and going so long without a friend before Yuji… you really did put all of your effort and being into maintaining a good friendship with him, desperate to not lose someone so precious and loving, and to not go back to being the lonely guy you once were.
Yuji is just one guy, but he is enough for you, and he brought colour back to your dreary existence, despite the different worlds you come from.
And Sukuna, while you only met him yesterday, you’ve already become enchanted by him.
While his looks and body obviously played a factor, you saw deeper within him and found a man who can be gentlemanly and suave, boyishly mischievous and playful, and loving and caring despite his sometimes sarcastic nature.
You don’t feel comfortable around strangers, but with Sukuna, it was almost instantaneous how quickly your walls broke down with him.
And you can only look forward to how your relationship with him, whatever that may look like in the future, will develop.
…
After thinking for a bit, you’re finding that you're just as grateful as Jin is.
So you squeeze Jin’s hand gently in reciprocation and voice your thoughts.
“And thank you, Jin-san. Thank you for bringing Yuji and Sukuna into this world and raising them to be such kind men.” You can see tears forming behind his glasses now. “Yuji is someone I’m proud to call my best friend, and while I just met Sukuna, I already feel comfortable around him with how kind and funny he is. And also… thank you for being so kind to me as well, Jin-san. You don’t know how much welcoming me into your family meant to me…”
Jin can’t help but let a tear fall down his cheek as he smiles at your words.
“Oh… M.C…”
And with that, he pulls you in and hugs you tight, letting his emotions be conveyed through his touch as he’s a bit too choked up to say anything else right now.
You don’t say anything either; there’s no need.
Anything that needs to be said is said through tears falling onto shirts, hands rubbing up and down backs, and chins resting on shoulders.
And when you both pull back, Jin laughs and takes off his glasses to wipe his eyes. “Oh dear, I don’t know where that came from, and look at me making us cry as if it isn’t Christmas Eve! Gosh, I’m an embarrassment…” He stands up and holds out a hand for you. “I just… am really glad to see my boys acting like, well, boys again. And I’m happy that your family is here to be a part of our vacation.”
You grab his hand and stand up, unbuttoning your jacket and hanging it in the entrance closet. “Thank you for thinking of us and inviting us, Jin-san. And considering what you, Yuji, and my dad are wearing, I would’ve thought I’d be crying from laughter, but he we are…”
“Oh, shush, you…” He says, ruffling your hair. “Now! I say we cut the emotional talk that came out of nowhere, embrace the winter whimsy, and join everyone else at the dinner table.” You both begin to walk where the delicious aromas are coming from. “I think you’ll love what we got up to, and fun fact, Yuji actually came up with the menu and did most of the cooking! With gloves and a mask, of course… and a hockey helmet that I found outside and forced him to put on for extra measure…”
“...You got a photo of that, right?”
“Oh, I’m gonna send it to you right now, actually!”
“You’re the best.”
“And did you know that the whole onesie thing was Yuji’s idea? Geez, it was embarrassing having to go around multiple stores and ask for ‘onesies for big guys’, but it was worth it for that smile of his…”
“... I’m not the only one who thinks Yuji’s onesie is gonna burst at the seams, though… right?”
“... I believe that if you don’t speak it into reality… then things will be okay and his muscles won’t break through.”
With that, you and Jin talk and laugh some more at Yuji’s crazy and silly plans that he’s been able to come up with now that he doesn’t have millions of papers, tests, and academic nonsense haunting his daily life.
Though things got randomly emotional out of nowhere… your Christmas Eve has been going very well, and you look forward to now, filling up your belly with the delicious food that you’ve been salivating over as you walk closer to the dining area with the scent getting stronger and more beckoning.
…
Yeah, you’re grateful for where life has taken you.
Unbeknownst to you and Jin, you had an eavesdropper who heard every word that was spoken between the two of you.
Deeming it safe to emerge from his hiding spot near the entrance of the dining area, he slowly comes out with arms crossed and a tattooed face full of many emotions.
…
He doesn’t know what to think, but… the warmth he feels in his heart that spreads throughout his body and all the way to his toes can’t be ignored.
Everything that was said, he agreed with.
Everything that was said, it resonated with him.
Everything you said about him… he’d say the same about you.
…
It was at this moment that he decided, sometime tonight, he’ll tell you how he feels about… well, everything he’s felt ever since he met you yesterday.
He doesn’t know how it will go.
He doesn’t know when the perfect moment will be.
He doesn’t know what the fuck he even wants to say.
But he knows that he needs to say something…
He also knows he should maybe leave his laptop at home when he visits his father now…
“God, M.C… I don’t even remember the man I was before I left Tokyo… what have you done to me?”
That’s all he says to himself, and his question is left unanswered before he walks to the dining area as well, ready to join everyone else and… maybe apologize to the brat for dropping him on his ass on Christmas Eve…
Maybe.
A few hours later
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With flickering lights on the fireplace, bookshelves, windows and walls, as well as nutcrackers, wreaths, empty plates, and five smiling men at the dinner table, it’s the perfect and picturesque dinner scene from a Hallmark Christmas movie.
“Mmm… okay, oh wow, I’m gonna have to sit still for a bit...” You say satisfiedly but also tiredly, rubbing your tummy. “Yuji, maybe we just have you cook dinner every Christmas. And I’m not even joking…”
Yuji, happy and a little tipsy, crosses his arms proudly with the antlers on his hood bouncing with his movements, and wears his head high with a triumphant grin. “Mhm mhm, keep the compliments coming~ I know I’m the best~.” His tone is high and mighty despite the slight rasp still present. “And when I say I made everyone's Christmas, then what?”
Sukuna, similarly tipsy and feeling the big brother urge to humble his baby brother, lazily tosses a napkin at Yuji’s face. “I say that you clean your face, nasty.” Yuji lets out a “hmph” before using the napkin to wipe sauce off his cheek. “But… you did well, I’ll give you that. 10 out of 10.”
“Hmph…” Yuji, as most little brothers would, wants to act disgusted or like the compliment by Sukuna didn’t mean much, but the scarlet blush and his avoidant eyes betray him. “All my hard work was for M.C., his father, and Otou-san, but I suppose I’ll accept your kind words… nii-chan…” He tries to say dismissively, like he totally isn’t preening from his older brother’s words of approval.
“Oh yeah? Don’t you think you should speak more cutely to your lovvvvinggg oni-chan who bought you a gift?” Sukuna says with a sharp leer but also a cutesy and teasing tone. “If not, then I don’t mind sending it back- OOOMPH-”
Sukuna’s words are knocked out of him as a huge and buff Rudolph, who had too much to drink, pounces on him, sits on his lap, and nuzzles his face into his neck.
“Niiiiiiiiii-chan!~ You know I didn’t mean those words… of course, I worked today for you as well…” He says adorably and with flushed cheeks, as if he wasn’t being all snarky and sassy earlier. “I always appreciate you and all the sacrifices you have made for me, and I wouldn’t be the man that I am today if it wasn’t for you, so pleasedon’treturnmygiftpleasepleaseplease, ahahaha~!”
Sukuna sputters and tries to push Yuji’s face away from him. “For fuck’s sake, I told you to talk cutely, not squish me to death with your fat ass!” The tattooed man looks to his Jin, who was watching them with a fond smile and resting his chin on his hand. “Tou-san! Get this thing off of me!” He says as Yuji tries to get revenge on his brother by planting kisses on his cheek.
Jin, slightly buzzed by the few cups of sake he drank, just sighs blissfully, as if he’s watching something wholesome and cute instead of two brothers being rowdy at the dinner table. “Ah, they get along so well~” He says, audible enough for you to hear and laugh at.
Ah, what a night.
With your tummy full of delicious food and desserts, your cheeks hurting from laughter, and the faint tune of Christmas classics playing on the record machine from the living room keeping the atmosphere joyous and light, you find yourself leaning back comfortably on your chair, happy and satisfied even as Sukuna and Yuji cause a ruckus.
Despite him being a sick and out-of-commission mess yesterday, Yuji truly brought his A game today and whipped up a feast for the ages, and as you heard earlier, he made sure to brag about it whenever someone at the table voiced their satisfaction with how delicious everything was.
For basically every family in Japan, a KFC chicken bucket, gratin, salad, and fries are uncontested must-haves every Christmas, and there is no room for debate. Every single man in this cabin craves it every year, and it wouldn’t be Christmas if you didn’t get your hands on that greasy and juicy deliciousness.
However, given the cabin's remoteness, it simply wouldn’t be possible to either pick up or have the KFC Christmas special delivered here.
So, with his creative genius, unofficial position of home cook back at his place, a feral craving for fried chicken, and two doting men who would pick up the ingredients for him because he was a frail and sick little boyo and because they are weak to his puppy dog eyes, Yuji took the initiative to make a homemade version of the fried chicken dream before you and Sukuna came back.
And, oh my, what an amazing job he did.
From karaage chicken that was juicy, crispy, and flavoured like a dream, to fries that were salted to perfection, to pasta that was creamy and rich, and a salad that was refreshing and clean, Yuji put his all into tonight’s festive feast, and you could tell just how delicious every single bite was.
And don’t even get started on the strawberry shortcake that Jin and your father worked on together. Your first bite of that fluffy and soft confection truly felt and tasted like you got a spoonful of a fruity, sweet, and creamy cloud, and were gonna be sent to Candyland or something.
It was the perfect Christmas dinner with friends and family, both old and new, and you couldn’t have asked for anything better.
But hey, you and Sukuna weren’t any slouches either!
Even if you didn’t do any of the cooking, you and Sukuna made sure to bring some cooked squid in a bag as well as two bottles of the sake you had on the train yesterday for the men back at the cabin to try, wanting them to feel like they could also enjoy a taste of what you experienced.
Everyone contributed something to tonight, and maybe that’s why the food tasted so good.
But speaking of contributions… with stomachs satisfied, boxes and bags looking at all of you from the corner and begging to be torn open, and Sukuna pushing Yuji to the floor with the younger man letting out a big “OOF”, the tattooed man clears his throat to get everyone’s attention, taking you out of your food coma-induced stupor, and interrupting your father and Jin’s conversation about who’ll get more drunk tonight.
“So, I know it’s only Christmas Eve, but considering how much alcohol some of you have been drinking…” He stares at Jin, Yuji, and your father, who all have red and hot cheeks. “I have a faint feeling that the classic way to go of opening presents early tomorrow morning isn’t happening. That’s why I wanna give some of my gifts right now while you guys are still awake, if you’re all down for that?” He says, waiting for your answers.
A few seconds pass by, the words needing to marinate for the drunken men present.
Jin breaks the silence by nodding his head and clapping his hands in anticipation. “Hehe… I do have a feeling that some of us might not be privy to the idea of waking up super early with all the sake we drank, so I don’t see why not. I’ll still give my gifts tomorrow, though. I would like to be sober enough to savour everyone’s reactions.” He settles down before adding one more thing. “Ah, you can give me my gift tomorrow for that same reason, Suku-chan~...”
“U-uh… cough Okay, sounds good.” Flushing a deep scarlet to that nickname as always (Why did Jin have to call him that in front of you?!), Sukuna’s eyes wince before he coughs and nods before looking at Yuji, who’s still sitting on the ground and resting his elbows and face on his brother’s lap like he’s about to fall asleep, too lazy and drunk to get back to his seat (but he was somehow more than able to pounce on his brother? Whatever.) “And you? You want your gift now, or are you too drunk off your ass?”
Despite his flushed cheeks and the drunk little hiccups he was letting out occasionally, Yuji looks up at his brother like an eager little kid instead of the grown man he is. “... Can I get it now, please?”
…
Again… this drunk big guy on the ground in a Rudolph onesie with the puppy dog eyes is a grown man with responsibilities, a bright future, and has a very well-maintained and golden image at his school.
But… eh, it’s Christmas, and Sukuna knows how hard his brother has been working with his studies, so he’s allowed to act like a brat for a little bit.
And also… that onesie and his big brown eyes should be an illegal combo that he finds himself being very weak to, but he won’t say that out loud.
“Alright, alright… since you’re clearly about to fall asleep, I’ll give you your gift first.” He gets up to walk to the Christmas tree in the living room while Yuji makes excited noises from his spot on the ground.
“I’m… not sleepy… you’re sleepy…” He says defiantly with little effort and a lazy, accusatory point of the finger at his older brother.
You can’t help but laugh at your best friend’s silly drunken act. “Was he not just boasting and talking loudly a few minutes ago? Now he’s all sleepy and whiny and cutesy…”
Sukuna shrugs. “Eh, personally, I appreciate that it’s quieter now. His yapping was starting to become a bit too much.” He takes advantage of Yuji’s less aware state and talks his shit before he fishes out a baby pink box from under the tree, before walking back to the dinner table. “Although… that peace might be short-lived… Oh, well.”
Sukuna sits back down and taps the box on Yuji’s cheek. “Here. Merry Christmas, lil’ guy.” He smirks as he teasingly calls his little brother a nickname he hasn’t called him since he was a teenager and Yuji was still in elementary school.
“... Thank you, Nii-chan~.” Figuring out, even in his drunk mind, that it isn’t a good idea to cuss out his brother who just gave him a gift for calling him that name, Yuji just lets out a stiff but still thankful smile before ripping off the pink wrapping paper. “The box is pretty small… Ah, not that I’m complaining! I just… can’t help but wonder what it is…”
“Mm… who knows, man? Who knows…”
You notice that Sukuna, as he speaks… puts on a pair of… uh, earplugs?
… The fuck?
“Sukuna…” You say curiously, eyeing the man suspiciously. “Why on Earth are you putting on-”
“HOLYYY FUCKINGGGG SHITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!”
Immediately, it’s like souls flew out of multiple bodies as soon as Yuji shouted at the top of his lungs and started jumping up and down and making the cabin creak in agony from his weight.
It’s like that scene in the SpongeBob movie when the Bikini Bottom residents exited their zombie and thrall-like states when they were freed from Plankton’s mind control buckets and came back to life.
Jin and your father’s eyes widened like saucers, and you actually jumped in your seat from how loudly the peace was shattered like glass.
You don’t think you’ve been jumpscared this hard since that time you watched a Dark Deception Let’s Play and got scared multiple times from the fuckass monkeys.
… Right.
You should’ve seen it coming.
Yuji has a… ahem… cute habit of screaming and jumping around when he gets surprised with something good.
It happens when he sees straight As on his transcript, it happens when he wins his 50-50s on gacha games, and it happened when you gave him a rare copy of Pokémon Stadium 2 for his birthday this year.
Sheesh, you were caught off guard because you were so blissed out by your full tummy, and now you have to hold your beating heart as it calms down from the jumpscare you received.
“My goodness!” Jin says, putting back on his glasses that fell onto the table after he jolted from the shock. “Yuji, my love, if you value your dear father… please don’t try scaring me into the grave like that again…?”
“Sorry, otou-san!” Yuji says, his voice chipper and alive, unlike how he was literally a few seconds ago. “But look! This is crazy!” With shimmering eyes full of stars and hearts, Yuji holds the open box in front of his father like he’s showing Jin a box full of gold bars.
Jin looks at what’s inside the box for a few seconds before smiling at his ecstatic son. “A-Ah…! That’s very cool, Yuji! Such an interesting… um… Such a cool gift! … Mind telling your papa what it’s supposed to be?” He asks with a cracking smile.
Sukuna lets out a quiet snicker. “Pfft, old man.” That gets him a glare and makes him shut up. “Hey, show M.C. what you got. He’ll get it.”
“Heh, I was just about to show him!” He moves to you and shows you what’s in the box. “Thank you so much, by the way! I love you! You’re the best nii-chan ever, holy fuck!”
Sukuna gives his brother a smirk and a thumbs up at those words of gratitude, happy at the end of the day to get a reaction like that out of his little man.
Okay, you’re not sure what to expect, but what the fuck did it have to be to get one of Yuji’s classic jump-and-screams? It had better be justifiable to make him almost kill you with a damn heart atta-
…
Immediately, you mimic his previous actions and jump to your feet as well.
“DUDE, WHAT?”
“I KNOW, RIGHT?”
“THAT’S A LIMITED POKÉMON SUN AND MOON NINTENDO 3DS XL! THOSE ARE RARE AS HELL!”
“YEAH, THE ONE I’VE BEEN WANTING FOR SO LONG!”
You and Yuji start rambling like nerds, and Sukuna relaxes in his chair at a job well done.
Jin, sort of understanding now that Yuji’s gift is a newer (to his understanding, at least) gaming console, crosses his arms and grumbles at his oldest. “Hmph, I come from the SNES era… of course, I’m not gonna know some of the newer things…”
Sukuna looks at his father. “Tou-san, you whoop our asses on Smash Bros. on the Switch, how do you not know what a 3DS is?”
“... The Switch is newer than that?”
“... Old man…”
“You little… Hah, whatever. I’m just glad to see Yuji smiling like a little boy once more.”
“... Yeah. It’s nice, isn’t it?”
Both of the pink-haired men smile at the two youngest men in the room, as you and Yuji ramble like the nerds you are.
But soon enough, and unexpectedly, but maybe also expectedly, while you and Yuji were marvelling at the fact that the 3DS was also modded and filled with a plethora of games that he could spend a lifetime playing, Yuji abruptly fell into your arms, limp and heavy.
“Uh… Yuji?” You say quietly and hesitantly, patting him on the back, trying to get his attention. “Y-you good, man?”
“... HONK MIMIMIMIMI.”
…
It seems that finally, after a festive day full of cooking, drinking, laughing, and merry-making, the exhaustion and alcohol in Yuji’s body finally caught up to him and made him fall asleep in your arms, completely limp like a beefy ragdoll.
“Oh, dear…” Jin says, laughing behind his hand. “I guess it was only a matter of time before that was going to happen, haha~! I have to give Yuji props, though! Even though he passed out, he still managed to keep a tight grip on his new gift!” He says, pointing at Yuji’s hand that’s keeping an iron grip on his new 3DS despite his limp body and loud snores.
Sukuna stares blankly at his brother, somehow both impressed and unimpressed. “Pfft, even his subconscious mind knows that I’d whoop his ass and make him pay me back…” He then coughs awkwardly at the abrupt change in atmosphere. “Uh… so… what now…? I’d say that with the self-appointed life of the party down for the count, it’s noticeably quieter now.”
“I have to agree with that, son. Without Yuji yapping up a storm, the music playing might end up making me go to sleep…” Jin lets out a yawn as if seeing his boy sleeping peacefully in your arms and making a :3 face makes him sleepy as well. “Yeah, I think I’ll take this as a sign to retire for the night… The alcohol is finally getting to me.” He says, poking your father’s face and seeing that the man is basically about to fall asleep while sitting down. “That sake you boys brought was absolutely divine, but it seems that some of us might have to call it quits early, hehe…” Your father nods in agreement to Jin’s words.
Yeah, fair enough.
You nod understandingly at the older man, trying not to laugh too much as he lets out similar hiccups to the ones Yuji was making. You won’t say it out loud out of respect for your elder, but it’s quite an adorable sight seeing him so blissfully tipsy, surrounded by loved ones.
Sukuna, on the other hand, though… and you’re willing to be corrected if you’re wrong, perks up at Jin’s words almost as if he were waiting for him to say something along those lines.
“Ahhh, so I guess you’ll be heading off to bed then?” The tattooed man asks almost excitedly, like his Christmas was actually about to start now.
Hm?
What’s up with him? The way he perked up almost gave you Yuji vibes, and remember that he is, in fact, his older brother.
“Heh… yeah~ Your precious Otou-san is sleepy… and while I would love to try staying up a bit longer for you boys, I don’t want M.C. to be at the risk of having another pink-haired man falling on top of him unexpectedly, hehe.” He slowly gets up from his seat and stumbles on his way over to you. “You can give him to me, M.C.” He says with open arms, referring to snoring red-nosed reindeer in your arms.
“Ah, thanks, Jin-san.” You say with relief, gently passing your heavy friend into his father’s arms. “Thank God, you’re taking him… A few more seconds, and I think he and I would’ve ended up slamming onto the floor together and honestly, having him bring me to the ground a second time while my stomach is full doesn’t particularly sound fun…”
“Would’ve been funny as hell to see, though~” Sukuna says teasingly, receiving a glare from you, prompting him to put his hands up as well as shut up.
“Alright, kiddo, steady now… Ok, good.” Jin says to his sleeping boy, putting one of Yuji’s arms around his shoulders for support. He then looks to both of you with a happy smile. “Well then, you two, I’m sorry that we have to end the night early like this, but I hope you can still have some fun if you don’t end up going to bed yet.”
Sukuna shrugs casually. “Don’t worry about it, Tou-san. You all deserve the rest for all the hard work you three put into tonight.” He says assuredly. “And don’t worry about us. I’m sure M.C. and I can find something to do, yeah?” He then looks at you with an excited gleam in his scarlet eyes.
Just what is this man up to?
You can feel your curiosity being piqued at what Sukuna might have planned for the two of you with the smirk and glint in his eyes, leaving you with more questions as milliseconds pass by.
“Y-yeah!” You didn’t mean to stutter, but alas. “It’s all good, Jin-san, so please rest up. We can still do stuff tomorrow as well! … If your hangovers aren’t too bad, that is…” You add, after seeing the two empty bottles of sake on the dinner table.
“Heh yeah, we’ll see, I suppose. Well, now then,” Jin leans forward and taps his lips with his fingers, seemingly asking for something.
Immediately knowing what his father is asking for, Sukuna’s tattooed face turns a scarlet shade very quickly.
“... Ugh… Tou-san, seriously? Haven’t you had enough of being so… embarrassing?” Sukuna says annoyedly, rubbing his face in frustration. “Have you forgotten that I’m in my late 20s? What guy my age-”
“Oh, come on, Suku-chan…” Jin says with a devious smile. “Who knows when I’ll see my precious boys again after this trip is over… Can’t you do this for me at the very least? You don’t wanna ruin my Christmas night, do you? … Do you?”
Jin puts on this sad little voice that makes a vein pop on the tattooed man’s forehead from the fact that he’s being forced to do something so fucking embarrassing in front of his crush.
But alas, Jin is, once again, one of the few men in this world that Sukuna cannot defy.
So with a long-lasting sigh and him grumbling that he isn’t a teenager anymore, he brings his cheek closer to his father’s lips while crossing his muscular and tatted-up arms.
“Make it quick…”
Oh… this is fucking adorable.
Seeing a tatted behemoth of a man like Sukuna being all sulky that Jin is forcing him to let him kiss him good night is a sight that you will forever remember and cherish… and yes, you’ll accept this as Sukuna’s karma for letting you get football tackled to the ground earlier today.
Karma’s a bitch~
“Mmmmm-Mwah! <3” Jin happily and teasingly plants a warm kiss goodnight on his eldest’s cheek and snickers when Sukuna quickly pulls his face away, crosses his arms and blushes profusely. “Hehe… Merry Christmas, Suku-chan… I’m happy you’re here.”
Sukuna doesn’t look his father in the eye, but he does pull the older man in for a one-armed hug. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Tou-san. Let’s do this again next year.” He says that last part quickly before pulling away and starting to put some of the dirty dishes away. “Now go to bed, already…”
“Yeah, yeah, I will… Silly boy…” He says affectionately before turning to you as well. “Don’t think you’re safe either, M.C. Now c’mere…” He taps his lips with his fingers once again, not taking no for an answer.
…
Pfft.
Of fucking course.
Eh, why not?
You lean forward, and Jin plants a warm kiss goodnight on your cheek as well, and all of a sudden-
“MWAH~”
Somehow, in his sleep, almost like his subconscious commanded him to do so, Yuji also leaned forward and kissed your cheek as well with his eyes still closed.
And unlike Jin, Yuji was a bit messy and left some saliva on your cheek…
For fuck’s sake…
Would it be a bad look to pull your best friend’s hair in front of his dad?
… Probably, but at least you can picture doing so in your mind.
And from the appalled look on Jin’s face, you might not have to be the one pulling Yuji’s hair.
“Oh, geez… I’m sorry about that, M.C.,” Jin says exasperatedly, wiping your cheek with the sleeve of his Thing 1 onesie. “Alright, clearly I should be taking this silly thing to bed now, so I’ll do just that. You don’t mind if I sleep with Yuji again tonight, do you? I know his room is your room too, but I’d like to spend as much time with him as possible…”
“Oh, of course, Jin-san, I don’t mind at all.” You say, with no opposition at all. “Besides, he’s still a bit sick, so… I’m okay with leaving him to you.” You finish with a cheeky wink.
“Hehe… alright, I see you. Sneaky, sneaky…” He begins to walk to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Your father hugs you goodnight and wishes you a Merry Christmas before trailing behind Jin. “Merry Christmas, M.C., and have fun, you two.~”
“Merry Christmas, Jin-san!”
You wave goodbye to all three of the retreating men one more time until they disappear into the hallway to go to sleep after a day full of joy, laughter, bottles of alcohol, and good food.
And just like that, the holiday cabin that was once rampant with the sound of cutlery clanking on dishes, men laughing and joking around like debaucherous teens, and good vibes all around is now quaint and chill with the sounds of Nat King Cole’s Christmas album finishing its final song on the record machine and Sukuna bringing the last of the dirty dishes into the kitchen sink giving it a domestic and intimate air.
You look around the once-bustling cabin once more and sigh in delight at a dinner gone well.
Your soul, heart, and stomach feel full, literally and/or figuratively.
You didn’t know that this was going to be how you spent your holidays when you were trying to survive and triumph exam season, which felt just as torturous and agonizing as crawling naked on burning concrete, but if that hard work and those sleepless nights are what led you here… you’d do it all again.
Not with a smile, but with a resolve to enjoy all that has happened to you today, yesterday, and the days before.
“Phew.” Sukuna’s voice and the sound of him straightening his ugly Christmas sweater that you and Yuji obviously forced him to wear wake you from your pondering state, and you see him walking towards you. “Alright, all the dishes have been put away. As to who’ll have to wash them tomorrow… I say we skip the work and guilt-trip them by being all ‘C’mon you guys, we put all the dishes away despite how tired we were…’ so that we don’t have to do it, yeah?” He lays out his master plan with a smirk and a wink.
You shake your head at him disparrovingly while making no effort to hide the smile on your face at his deviousness. “You know, I’m starting to unironically wonder who the older brother is between you and Yuji…”
“Oh, come on, I spend almost every hour of my life playing the strong, stoic, and mature bodyguard, so they should be grateful that I was able to muster up the willpower to at least put the dishes away…” He snickers and rolls up his sleeves. “And hey, Yuji had to learn his sneaky tricks from someone you know?”
“Ah, yes, mustering up the willpower must be so hard after a night at an onsen, I hear you big guy….” Your voice is laced with amused sarcasm as you cross your arms and look at him. “... I must say that the Sukuna I’m talking to right now is very different from the Sukuna I met yesterday morning…”
He tilts his head innocently. Is that another thing Yuji learned from him? “I haven’t heard a no from you yet… just saying.”
“Well… I don’t wanna wash the dishes either, so you’ll stay not hearing me say no.”
“Ha! Alright, so it’s my plan we’re going with then~.”
“Yeah, yeah….”
Sukuna, satisfied with you going along with his devious scheme to avoid work, wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Now then, with everyone finally out of our hair, I can finally do what I’ve been wanting to do with you.” He then walks the two of you to the living room.
“You know, as mature, cut-throat, and stoic as you make yourself out to be, your excitement was written all over your face when Jin said he wanted to go to bed.” You’ve gotten so comfortable around him and with your feelings for him that you barely even register that his arm is around you. Yesterday, you would’ve been combusting internally, but… being around him really isn’t any different than being with Yuji, you’ve found. “But said obvious excitement has me curious… what exactly were you obviously scheming in your head?”
When you both reach the living room, Sukuna gently sits you down on the couch in front of the fireplace. “Mmm, oh, it’s nothing too crazy, my special guest. I just have something that I really wanna do and that I think would be fun with you.” He speaks with a giddiness that reminds you of a little boy, which is funny considering the visage of the speaker. “You mind turning the music off for me?”
You nod and lean over the right side of the couch to turn off the record player.
As soon as you do that, the room goes dark as well, save for the nearby fireplace and flickering Christmas lights all around you, which creates a quiet yet calm ambiance that makes you warm and at peace. It’s like those Relaxing Ambience videos on YouTube, but this time, the warmth on your skin, the sound of wood cracking in the fire, and the Christmas lights highlighting Sukuna’s handsome looks and sharp bone structure as he stands near the light switches are all very real.
“Heh, well?” Sukuna says from across the room, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, looking just like when you first saw him yesterday, leaning on your and Yuji’s doorframe. “You see what I’m getting at yet?”
“Hmm… unless you’re trying to create an opportunity to sneak up on me and murder my ass, I’ll have to say I’m not sure yet…” You relax back into the plush sheep’s wool blanket on the couch. “But… I’m a sucker for a good and relaxing moment in the dark, so whatever it is you’re planning, I like it so far.. You have to see my apartment back in Tokyo, Yuji calls it a vampire’s den.”
That gets a snicker and a curious head tilt from him. Considering how quiet and shy you are, he can’t say he’s surprised that you’re the type to hide in the dark. “Heh, it’s a date, then.” Neither you nor he mentioned the way you jumped or the way your head turned towards him when he said the word ‘date’. “Well, rather than keep you wondering what the hell I have planned for tonight… I’ll be right~.” And as if he’s from a damn episode of Tom and Jerry, he jogs his way to the hallway where the bedrooms are, leaving you staring where he once stood in full confusion.
…
Once again, the Sukuna you met yesterday morning and the Sukuna you’ve been talking to tonight are two completely different men.
You relax into the couch as you wait for the pink-haired man to come back from… presumably his bedroom? But what the fuck would he need to get there? What the fuck is he-
Okay, if being best friends with Yuji has taught you anything, it’s that asking yourself questions is a waste of that time and that what you see is what you get. Therefore, you’ll save yourself the headache that comes from speculation and just wait patiently.
But really though, it makes you feel important and spacial that a man like Sukuna who, according to him and verbatim, is always wearing a stone-cold mask, scaring bitches left and right, and protecting his boss from the world’s most terriying dangers was able to, in just a day, reveal himself as a guy who constantly tells jokes, doesn’t take himself too seriously, flirts endlessly, and always keeps you smiling.
You don’t know if that pink hair imbues him with the ability to get easily comfortable around anyone but… You can’t deny that there’s a part of you that wishes that you’re special, that you’re an anomaly to him just as much as he is one to you.
You hope that his immediately feeling comfortable around you is as uncommon for him as it is for you, in your case.
Because maybe, just maybe, it could mean that your feelings are rooted in something promising and real.
“And there we go!” Jumpscaring you and immediately appearing in front of you, Sukuna drops a fuckton of blankets and pillows and flexes his biceps boastingly once his arms are empty. … Is that another thing Yuji picked up on from his big brother? “Call me motherfucking Usain Bolt with how fast I was, mhm mhm~.”
…
Okay, how did you not see or hear him coming?
Yeah, you were deep in thought for a bit, but surely, you could have heard him running back to you with all those blankets and pillows in his arms, right?
Plus, when you two were at the Aoni Onsen, he literally got embarrassed and red-faced because he’s so big and heavy with muscle that his footsteps kept booming even when he got on his tiptoes!
… You’re also just realizing now that when he sped off a minute ago, he didn’t make any noise either…
Uh, does he just weirdly become light as a feather once he starts running or something?
… Well, although you sometimes forget it because of how silly and playful he’s become around you, he is the head bodyguard for one of Japan’s richest and most intelligent men (which is a sentence that is still crazy to say in your head), so you guess it makes sense for him to be able to run silently to… hunt down threats and dangerous individuals or whatever it is guys in his occupation do…
…
Anyways, back to the pillows and blankets that this man, who may have potentially killed people on the job, has dropped at your feet. “Sukuna… are we… making a blanket fort, by any chance?”
You never thought you’d be asking a buff, tatted-up bodyguard with a big dick if the two of you would be making a blanket fort together on Christmas Eve, but well, here you are.
“Wow… how’d you guess?” He says sarcastically, booping your nose when you give him an annoyed look. “But to answer your question, yes, my grand master plan for Christmas Eve with you is to make a blanket fort that we can sleep in tonight… What, are you not down for it or something?” He plops on the spot of the couch next to you.
“Before I answer, I have to ask, why a blanket fort of all things?” You ask, trying not to laugh at the expectant look on his face. “I wouldn’t expect a big muscle man like you to want to do something so… well, for lack of better words, cutesy.”
He lets out a hmph at that. “What? Am I not cute or something?” … Did Yuji not ask the same question yesterday? “But nah, I get what you mean, M.C., and you’re not wrong for thinking that.” He rests his back on the couch and splays his arms, perhaps intentionally letting an arm rest behind you. “I normally never think of doing stuff like this at my big man age, but… I don’t know, this trip and spending actual quality time with Tou-san and Yuji for once has been making me feel… mmm, nostalgic, I guess.”
He looks at you with a warm and reminiscent look on his face, the orange light from the fire accentuating his features and reflecting in his eyes. “You asked why I wanna make a blanket fort with you all things, yeah? Well, cutely enough, that’s what Yuji and I did together every Christmas Eve when we were just little boys.” He laughs at the fond memories that begin playing in his mind like a movie. “Back in the days when his head only reached up to my stomach, he would always whine to me about wanting to see Santa putting our presents under the tree, and naturally, since I was just a little kid, I thought if we hid under a blanket fort, we could catch the fat man in the act.”
Sukuna speaks with a gentleness and fondness in his tone as he recalls the memory, and you find yourself resting on the couch, listening intently to his childhood story, wanting to hear the next part and see his face light up even more.
God, this is adorable.
You can’t help but fall harder for him, impossible as it may seem.
When you first saw Sukuna for the first time yesterday, you didn’t think you could expect to see such warmth and love on his inked visage, but… You hope you’ll be able to see him make such expressions even more in the future.
“And every year, when we obviously ended up not seeing Santa put presents under the tree, I would just tell Yuji that he fell asleep and missed him and that he should try again next year. I don’t know why he believed me every year, but I’m glad he fell asleep before me every time and gave me a good lie to tell.” He laughs at his brother’s gullibility back then. “But get this, one year, and I think I must have been like ten or something when this happened, but when Yuji and I finished making our fort and leaving the milk and cookies out, after a few hours passed by and Yuji fell asleep, I was about to fall asleep myself before I heard the sound of boots walking on the floor. Next thing I know, I’m seeing a red suit. Then, when I saw a white-bearded stranger in red walk in front of the cookies, that’s when I picked the sleeping Yuji up, threw him like a doll at Santa, and then jumped onto him like a monkey!”
You can’t help but burst into laughter at the image of a young Sukuna throwing a snoozing Yuji at some poor guy who was just trying to enjoy some cookies. But also, you’re horrified at what you’re hearing.
“Holy shit, Sukuna! First, why would you throw your little brother while he’s sleeping? Secondly, why would you throw him at a stranger who broke into your house? Thirdly, why did YOU jump onto a stranger who broke into your house? And finally… who the hell was the stranger, because it sure as hell can’t have been Santa… unless I’m about to learn about something crazy…”
“Hah! Well, to answer your first three questions: Dude, I was a kid, of course I was gonna do some debatably stupid shit. And don’t worry, Yuji was fine! The lil’ fucker didn’t even wake up when all of us fell to the ground, hah!” He’s laughing his head off at the absurd and cartoon-like memory. “God, just telling you about it really sinks how fucking ridiculous that night was…”
“... As much as I’m loving this story and how cute it is seeing you get all giddy from nostalgic Christmas memories… please tell me the stranger dressed up as Santa that managed to sneak into your house wasn’t Krampus or worse, a creep.”
Santa literally isn’t real.
…Right?
Of course, he isn’t, but considering the shit that has been happening in your life, like meeting sexy bodyguards and staying in posh vacation cabins, you’ve learnt that anything is possible…
Sukuna playfully pushes you after you speak. “Well, thankfully, it was neither of those.” He says while snickering and shaking his head. “Once the three of us fell to the ground and the guy’s hat fell off to reveal a head of pink hair, that’s when I figured out it was just Tou-san trying to play with us. For fuck’s sake, I should’ve figured out what was going on when Santa was looking weirdly jacked instead of fat.”
You facepalm at the older man’s past antics; it’s so something he would do. “Of course Jin-san would do something like that…”
“Yeah, and you would think that Yuji would’ve been the one crying since, you know, I hurled him like a fucking javelin, but no, Tou-san was the one lying on the ground whining about how his ass hurt and that he just wanted some cookies and to play… and yes, Yuji stayed asleep during that entire fiasco.”
“...Your family will never stop surprising me, Sukuna. I thought being best friends with Yuji for two years would desensitize me to anything, but clearly… that isn’t the case.” Somehow, his story was able to make you laugh your ass off, shake your head in disbelief, get your palms sweaty, and make you wish you were there to see it… and you’re happy that Sukuna wanted to tell it to you. “But… Thanks for telling me that story, Sukuna. That was probably some of the cutest shit I’ll ever hear in my life, and it’s exactly what I needed this Christmas Eve.”
“Hah, glad to spread that holiday joy, M.C.” He says warmly before clapping his hands and standing up from his spot on the couch. “Well, all of that was to say, I’d love to recreate some of that childhood magic with you, so how about it? Wanna build a little world with me?”
“Sukuna…” Is all you say before you stand up, as well, the excited and adorably childish glimmer in his eyes impossible to resist. “Believe me, there is no universe where I would say no to doing something like this with you.”
With the wood cracking in the fireplace, the lights flickering softly all around you, and the late hours of Christmas Eve bringing forth a cozy and intimate atmosphere, doing something childish and fun like making a blanket fort with your newfound crush is something you could never say no to.
Your gay loverboy heart and soul wouldn’t stand for it.
And almost like he actually believed you might have actually said no, Sukuna lets out a loud but still whispery “WHOO!” and pumps his fists in the air, as if his favourite player scored the winning goal, with his sweater riding up his stomach to reveal his waist and strong abs. “Fuck, yeah! Alright then, let’s not waste any time!”
And with a commanding air and authoritative tone that you’re sure he uses on the job and as if he’s running the Navy, he points to you to assign your task. “Okay, we’re gonna do what Yuji and I used to do. I’m trusting you with setting the bed, so that includes making the fort cozy with pillows, stuffies, and blankets. Meanwhile, I’m gonna set up the chairs and put everything in a formation that ensures that the blankets won’t fall and that we’ll have a fuckton of space and that we can-”
…
And from then on, he just rambles and rambles with instructions, genuinely as if he’s running this blanket fort shit like he’s running the Navy.
But you can’t stop the affectionate smile that appears on your face at the man’s enthusiasm.
But come on, who wouldn’t smile from a big, beefy, and Yakuza-looking beast like Sukuna taking blanket fort making seriously?
It’s gap moe perfection!
And so, with a resolve to make Sukuna happy, you put your cozy space-building skills to work and begin arranging the pillows, stuffies, and blankets while Sukuna rambles on and sets up the chairs with a calculating look in his eyes, almost as if he’s seeing measurements in his mind.
With your apartment back home being, in your opinion, the epitome of coziness and aesthetics with a touch of mancave-iness, you’re sure that you’ll do a good job and impress Sukuna with your prowess in curating a vibe.
…
Again, you never thought that this was what your winter vacation would end up being like, riding trains, sleeping at an onsen, and making blanket forts and all.
But if all that suffering is what led you here, you’d do it all over again.
A few minutes, arguments, and rearranging of pillows and blankets later
“Ahhhhh~”
PLOP
With absolutely zero grace and with the full energy of a blue-collar dad coming home after his 12-hour shift, Sukuna dives in head-first into your and his newly completed blanket fort, with you shaking your head exasperatedly before…
“Move out of the way!!”
PLOP
… doing the exact same thing.
“Alright, considering I didn’t crack my ribs when I bellyflopped in here… I’d say you did a good job with the arrangements, M.C.” He says lazily as he rolls onto his back and looks up at the lights hanging above you two under the blanket ceiling. “And the fairy lights above us, too? I don’t know where you found those, but nice touch. I think we might have to make this a yearly tradition if you ask me.” He says, stretching his big body on his spot next to you.
“Heh, I’m down for it as long as we skip the arguments next year…” You say, turning on your side and resting your head in your palm to look at the man to your right. The lights above subtly illuminate his face to give his usually intimidating face a warm and wholesome glow. “I told you the green blankets were a better choice than the pink ones you found…”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right, whatever…” He lets out an annoyed hmph and lazily crosses his arms at that. “But those pink blankets had… symbolic meaning to me…”
“I don’t care if you wanted to use them because your hair is pink, the dark green blankets give a more cozy and holiday vibe, and I’m dying on that hill.” His pout that definitely doesn’t suit his face gets a giggle out of you, and you poke his side to tease him. “Hey, c’monnnnnn, since I had my way with the blanket fort this year… how about next year we do whatever you want? We can make it as… ugh, pink and un-Christmas-like as you want, alright?”
“... I won’t forget those words, M.C. It’s a promise.” He says with resolve in his words. “Everything I say goes next year, and that’s that.”
“Okay, yes, sir, or rather, my liege, your wish is my command.” You sarcastically waved him off with a half-hearted salute.
You both have long since crossed that line where friends just speak through sarcasm, and it’s just a testament to how close and comfortable you both have gotten together.
And for a few moments, you both go silent to enjoy and savour this rare instance in your lives full of peace, quiet, and comfort.
Back in Tokyo, your life is full of academics, papers, exams, and worrying about the future, alongside the typical young adult worries about whether you’ll die without finding a husband or not.
And Sukuna’s is full of waking up when the sun isn’t even up yet to get to work, making sure the penthouse won’t blow when Kento isn’t able to, blacking out and finding guys to fuck after a busy week, and then doing it all over again.
Though completely different, both your lives back in the city are busy, chaotic, and messy, and while you’re content with how things are, a moment of respite is never truly appreciated until you finally revel in it.
And with the firewood cracking near you two and providing warmth in this snowy wonderland, the lights above you casting a warm glow, and Sukuna occasionally shuffling around and humming deeply in satisfaction and comfort, the oxytocin and serotonin that travel in your body truly make you feel content and at peace in this ever-moving and chaotic world.
…
But after a few seconds, you break your relaxed state and open your eyes, remembering something. “Hey… Sukuna?” You gently poke his cheek to check if he’s asleep.
“Mm… mhm?” He opens his eyes and lets out another stretch after relaxing for a bit, his cheeks still flushed from the sake he drank earlier with everyone else. “What’s up?”
You rest your head on the pillow Sukuna is resting on and look him in the eyes, feeling bold in your comfort with the man.
Yes, your heart is beating hard from the proximity (and so is Sukuna’s, but he won’t mention that.)
“Sorry to interrupt your rest, but… if I recall correctly, we were in the middle of gift giving before Yuji fell on top of me like a corpse, right?” You speak softly. “I was actually looking forward to giving you your gift right after, but… it’s cool you wanna go to sleep, just let me kn- Oh-”
And almost like he wasn’t about to fall asleep blissfully, Sukuna rises from his spot on the floor like the undead and slaps both his cheeks with his hands as if he completely forgot that’s what you guys were doing before distractions came one after another.
“Fuck, M.C., you’re right…” He peeks outside of the blanket fort to see both of your gift bags right where you left them under the large Christmas tree next to you guys, and he speaks as he reaches out to grab them. “I’m glad you said something because I was about to give your gift as well… hnggg.”
He has to stretch his body out a little bit more to reach the gift bags, and as he does so, his sweater rides up to reveal his abs and treasure trail and his arm muscles and shoulders flex under the tight-fitting fabric as he strains himself.
…Okay, stop salivating.
This is the wholesome, heartwarming, family-friendly winter special episode, not a Helix Studios Christmas special!
Don’t turn into the homosexual, pervy gooner hoe that you are, right now!
But before your dick can start hardening under the blanket that you thankfully have draped over you, Sukuna comes back in just in time with the gifts in his hand.
“Andddddd, here we are!” With a victorious exclamation and an unceremonious plop back to his spot under the fort, Sukuna sits up excitedly, eager to give his gift as well as see what you got for him. “Ah~, here you are.” He hands you the gift bag you chose when you bought Sukuna’s gift.
“Thankkkk you.~.” You look inside the bag to make sure his gift is safe and intact. “Phew, ok. Thank God it’s not broken. At least you were nice enough to take the bag from me before I got football-tackled into the snow, I don’t know if your gift would’ve survived otherwise…”
Sukuna looks away from your glaring eyes, chuckling unapologetically at the memory. “Okayyyy, okayyyy, I get it. I’m sorry for not taking the blow despite me being the bigger, buffer, more muscular and more manly guy between us, alright?~.” He braggishly flexes his biceps as he licks his own boots, prompting you to roll your eyes. He’s lucky he has the looks to back his words up, and that you like him. “But hey, maybe you’ll forgive me once you see what’s in this bag?” He says hopefully, holding up that mysterious bag with beautiful snowy motifs on it.
“Hmph… we’ll see, we’ll see… And if I don’t like it?” You say sharply. “Then what?”
“Uh… you’ll love it, so I don’t need to entertain that question.” He says with alllll the confidence in the world. “But hey, M.C. You should be careful. When you come from a world like mine, cutthroat words and no holding back is the name of the game. I’m the type of guy who isn’t afraid to let someone know if I don’t like something, so… I’d be scared if I were you.” He says provokingly, planting his elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his palm. “So let me ask your question… what if I don’t like your gift?”
… This guy…
You know what, if he talked to you like this and said those exact same words yesterday when you first just met him, your pants would be wet.
Whether it be from piss or pre-cum, you don’t know, but your pants would definitely be leaking from his words and how he speaks them.
But after two days of just being around this man and seeing and enjoying first-hand his quirks, charms, and cool, cute, and silly moments, you know the perfect way to respond to his challenging and teasing words.
“Sukuna, let me repeat your answer.” You lean in closer to his face, both your hearts beating fast once again at the proximity.
Damn.
Having feelings for a man, being sure of them, and thinking they might be reciprocated sure makes you bold… good to know.
“You’ll love it, so I don’t need to entertain that question.” You repeat Sukuna’s words, mimicking his confidence and assuredness. “I know we just met yesterday, but I like to think I have enough experience with pink-haired guys to know what to do.”
…
Sukuna blinks his eyes at your words before grinning and bringing you into a headlock, surely something he does with Yuji all the time.
“What the- Sukuna-!” Your face gets covered by his sleeved arm as you and he begin to thrash around inside the fort.
“Oh, look at you!” He says affectionately and teasingly, ruffling your hair as he has you in his grip. “I have to ask this question again, where’d that shy and sweet boy who couldn’t even look me in the eyes yesterday morning go, huh?” He then rests your head on his lap after you both stop horsing around, panting slightly. “If my memory serves me right, and it always does, you full-on ran out of the room as soon as I got to you and Yuji’s bed. You ran away from big bad Sukuna!” He laughs at the memory while you blush an embarrassed scarlet. “Fuck, that was hilariously adorable…”
“... Don’t laugh at a man’s flaws… I’m sure I wasn’t the first person to run away from you, and I’m equally sure that I won’t be the last.” You say, moving out of his lap to grab the gift bag that fell out of his grasp after he manhandled you like he would Yuji. “And to answer your question… you’re a good and fun guy, Sukuna. It’s… honestly as simple as that. You’re fun, silly, witty and at times… cutely vulnerable… Guys like you aren’t common, and I’m glad I met you here.”
…
Oh.
Oh, wow.
He wasn’t expecting you to drop such heartfelt and kind words when he was just trying to tease you and make you blush… which he succeeded in doing, mind you.
He’s never rendered speechless, but he’s used to guys asking him to go with them to bathroom stalls in clubs or in the backs of cars because they wanna suck his dick, so such sincere words from you made him just stare at you agape for a bit.
“Uh… ahem, fuck, well, I’m glad that I met you here as well, M.C.” He catches himself pretty quickly. Fuck, he was doing well earlier today, acting like everything was chill and fine, but with you whittling his defences down and making him just feel so naturally comfortable around you… He finds himself being so vulnerable and blushy and so unlike himself. “But enough with the yapping, let’s get to the presents already.”
Luckily for him, he wasn’t the only one blushing and wanting to make this moment get forgotten. You were feeling bold but… “Guys like you aren’t common”???
Fuck, you might as well confess here and there because that was straight out of a romance novel!
You cornball!
How embarrassing!
“Y-yeah, sounds to me. I’ve both been extremely eager to give your gift and curious to receive what you got me, so let’s see…” You’re about to hand him the bag before you pause to ask a question. “Uh… how should we do this? Should we just open them at the same time?”
With his hand that was about to receive the bag you were holding out pausing mid-air as well, Sukuna ponders on what you suggested before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.” He spoke nonchalantly, but… he finds himself getting hot and musky under his sweater from nerves that appeared out of nowhere.
Hah!
Even though he was, according to his words, confident that you’d like what he got you, he unexpectedly finds himself too nervous to sit down and watch you open your gift and await your reaction.
This is unlike him; he’s used to splurging on luxurious sky-high hotel suites and 5-star room service for his dates and hook-ups and leaving generous tips and luxury brand gifts for a fuck well done, but a goddamn Christmas gift for a guy he met yesterday is what has him tapping his toes nervously under the blankets?
Really?????
Despite him going through multiple instances of acting and thinking in ways he’s never before in the span of two days, so much so that he should just be used to it, it’s still shocking to his fuckboy heart and core to be acting like a blushy romance protag.
“Well, here you go then, good sir~” Sukuna says in an attempt to casually shrug off his nerves, grabbing the bag you held for him.
“Likewise.” You grab the bag from him, eager and curious.
And so, here the two of you are, under blankets and lights, with the fire being the witness to this Christmas gift exchange between recently acquainted men who become friends in record time (as well as mutual crushes).
“Okay, since I’m impatient and want to open this right away, I’m gonna start counting down from 5.” You say with wiggling your fingers in excitement and anticipation, knowing that whatever Sukuna got you will be an indication of how he feels towards you and the time you spent together. Who knows. Depending on what it is, it may lead to different pathways on how this night will go.
“Go ahead, man,” Sukuna says, examining the gift bag in his hands with an analytical eye, one of his eyebrows raising up and making his tattoos move around.
You nod, and you tear off the staple that kept the bag in your hands closed. Sukuna does the same.
“Okay then, 5.”
And with eager hands, you and he take out the wrapping tissue that was fluffing up the bags.
Everything has come to this moment in time.
“4.”
It was a chance meeting.
“3.”
With memories that will forever live in your minds and replay in your dreams, made one by one.
“2.”
With unexpected feelings and self-discoveries found at an overwhelming speed and abundance.
“1.”
And there’s no one else either of you would choose to experience these two days with.
The memories you made together, the things you experienced side by side, the conversations you shared in train rides, baths, and elsewhere, and the inner turmoil and blissful fantasies you both went through unbeknownst to each other, those were meant for the two of you and the two of you alone.
And God, you don’t want this trip to end anytime soon.
With hands digging in the gift bags in your laps, you both feel what’s inside and make curious expressions.
Hmm…
What you feel on your fingertips is a clear and distinct design.
It’s wooden, structured, and you can feel intricate details with every glide of your fingers.
You feel ridges, curves, dents, and the smoothness of painted surfaces.
And as you feel around more, you begin to notice things that feel like… doors… windows… a stock… and a steam dome???
…
Oh my fucking God, there is no fucking way in this fucking world in this fucking galaxy in this realm of reality…
With wide eyes, you pull your gift out of the bag and just like you suspected…
It’s a little figurine of a train.
But as you assess the details further, your heart immediately melts and feels warm all over as you realize why this little train looks so familiar to you.
How could it not look familiar to you?
You and Sukuna rode it together yesterday; you’d be able to visualize this train in crystal clear vision even on your deathbed!
“Oh, my god…” Your face is soft from how your breath was taken away as the dots start connecting.
Yes, this little wooden train figurine in your hands is a perfect replica of the Tsugaru Railways Steam Winter Train you and Sukuna rode yesterday.
The train where you both finally started to get closer together, figuratively and literally.
On that train, surrounded by old-timey mechanisms, rickety sounds, an endless expanse of white outside, and the distant smell of cooking squid, that’s where Sukuna puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you balanced, that’s where you took photos that will play like a slideshow in your dreams, and that’s where the seeds of your feelings for each other got planted.
A gift like this… it means so much more to you than something like a luxury bag (which Sukuna has bought before for his dates) or a new pair of shoes (which again, Sukuna has gifted before).
This little train means the world to you because of the stories it can tell and the day that it can bring you back to whenever you look at it in the future.
You find specialness and sentimentality in the fact that someone else could look at this and admire its beauty and design, but stop at just that.
Whereas when you look at it, you’ll see the sights, you’ll remember the stories, you’ll remember the flavours of cooked squid and Aomori sake, and you’ll remember the way Sukuna’s touch and words made your heart sing.
That shared significance is what makes this gift so special to you, among many things, and you feel that… there just has to be something here… right?
…
Butttttt, that being said, there’s also something else here, in this moment.
…
“... Pfft!”
And that’s the urge to laugh, with you starting with confused giggles, then moving on to full-on cackles.
“Uh…” All that comes from the mouth of the tattooed man seated across from you is a confused noise.
Because in Sukuna’s hands, with his bewildered red eyes looking down in shock, is also a little figurine of the train that you both rode together yesterday, but the one he has is made of brass, unlike the wooden one you have.
“What the hell…?” He asks with a shocked whisper as he feels the steam train model in his hands. “I mean- Huh? Wait, we traded the gift bags we were holding, right? Wait, why’re you laughing your ass off-”
He then pauses, noticing the train in your hands before looking back at what’s in his hands.
…
And then, like a cartoon character, he begins looking back and forth between the two trains multiple times before his brain finally realizes what’s up.
“... Oh my fucking god, M.C., don’t tell me we got each other the same thing…” He asks, even though he already knows the answer. “There’s no fucking way… snrk Pft-hahaha! Holy fuck!” And just like that, he starts laughing on the floor with you as well at the absurdity of the situation.
It’s ridiculous, it’s stupid, it’s something that you’d expect from a stupidly written C-tier script, but it’s very real.
Resting on the floor next to each other and with the light of the fireplace reflecting on their smooth surfaces as you and Sukuna turn into a tangle of giggling limbs in the blanket fort, is a wooden and brass model of the same train you rode yesterday.
Both gifts were bought with similar intentions and thought processes, it seems.
When you wandered through one of the many gift shops earlier today, you wanted something meaningful, and that had clear thought and intent put into it, and when you stumbled upon the brass model of the train that served as the stage for a very episodic day in your life… You knew you had your gift for the man who stole your heart in record time.
And little did you know, once Sukuna found the little wooden model in a woodwork shop, selling one-of-a-kind models… he knew he had the gift.
He was confident that you’d like his gift for a reason beyond just his self-embraced arrogance and self-assurance.
He knew better than anyone, obviously, that that train ride and what it meant and held meant a lot to you. The stories, the history, the lore, and, of course, the memories you and he made, this gift would represent all those things, and that’s why he splurged without a moment’s hesitation.
And when he feels you shaking from your snickers on his lap, that’s when he knows he succeeded.
After a few more seconds of laughing in sheer disbelief, you bring your face out of his lap to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks. “I think… this calls for an obligatory ‘I like trains’ asdfmovies reference…”
“Oh God, shut the fuck up…” Sukuna wipes his eyes as well. “But really though… Who would’ve thought we’d both get the fucking goddamn gift… It’s not like the shopping centre we went to was small or anything.”
“Well, at least they’re somewhat different…” You hold both of them in one hand each; the brass one you got for Sukuna feels significantly heavier. “If we both got the exact same model, that’d still be funny but somewhat disappointing.”
Sukuna nods in agreement. “You made the right choice getting me a brass model, M.C.” He wiggles his fingers as he speaks, the multiple rings on his fingers shimmering as firelight and fairy lights reflect on the silver. “It definitely appeals to my tastes.”
“Hah, funny enough, all those rings you have are the exact reason why I went with the brass.” A stray thought wanders in your brain, and you find yourself wondering how much all those rings cost altogether before getting back to the man in front of you. “I have to ask, though, is there a special reason why you chose a wooden model for me?”
Sukuna looks at you as if he’s thinking to himself, “Seriously?” before speaking.
“Dude, I unironically think you spent at least three hours yesterday just staring at trees and not saying anything. Me choosing a wooden model for you shouldn’t need any explaining…” He says with a matter-of-fact and blunt tone before laughing at the annoyed expression on your face.
“Hah, but honestly, I kinda just went on vibes alone.” He shrugs honestly before gently taking the wooden train in your hands and running his fingers across its surfaces. “When I thought about what a quiet, reflective, and concerningly curious nerd like you would like, something wooden and charming seemed… fitting.” He scratches his head as he speaks, not knowing if he’s speaking nonsense. “I don’t know if that makes sense. It probably doesn’t, since I’m not good with this sentimental talk and shit, but I hope you really like it. Well, I know you do since you can’t stop staring at it.” He says with a snicker as he waves the wooden model in his hands. “But, y’know.”
…
You’re not sure if it’s the nearby fire or the way he speaks, but you can feel yourself heating up and flushing.
He says he isn’t good at sentimental speak, but the way your heart’s beating is certainly all his fault.
Because while his words may have been clumsy and unsure, and maybe he isn’t aware of this, but when he speaks those words, his voice took on a warm, soft, and airy yet still deep tone, and his face looked blissfully at peace and content.
A tone like that is one you’d hear from an infatuated guy when his boys ask him about his loverboy.
Exasperated and somewhat snarky yet affectionate and fond words like those are the type that lovers would use once they pass the puppy love stage, but still feel and revel in those fluffy and rose-scented emotions once all is said and done and rainy days are survived.
…
While you’d love to point out that sweeter than honey expression he’s wearing and embarrass him and see him turn into a poppy flower… You refrain from doing so.
You’d like to enjoy Sukuna while he’s in this unfamiliar yet more than warming state.
…
You suspect it.
Those warm eyes he keeps on the wooden train, the way he speaks of you, and… that little desperate part of your soul that pleads for it to be true, he has to feel something for you.
But… you’d like to hear it from his mouth.
And the best way to respond to his warmth is with some of your own, wanting to travel down this path further.
You take back the wooden train from his hands and hold it close to your heart with a smile, genuinely touched by his intentions, thoughts, and effort put into the gift he got you.
“Dork calling aside… You chose perfectly, Sukuna. This makes me happier than you know. So, thank you, truly.”
You look him in the eyes, trying not to go speechless at the beautiful smile he puts on after hearing you say that.
Fuck… he’s one in a billion.
“My bedside table has been needing a new friend, and I can’t think of a better place for this little guy to go.”
His eyes crinkle happily as he grins, another Itadori signature charm, it seems. “Hah! Thanks to you as well, M.C. My room back home can always use more steel, so this was a perfect gift as well. A train model is cuter than most of the shit I have in there, but I think I’ll copy you and put this on my bedside table too.”
“Heh… being able to revisit that train ride whenever we look at these little guys sounds perfect.”
“... Yeah, I think so too.”
And the conversation pauses as you both admire the wooden and brass trains in your hands, respectively.
The air is full of gratitude, joy, but also… thoughts running rampant in both of your heads.
Little do you know, as you both admire your gifts as well as each other’s expressions while the other isn’t noticing, you’re both thinking similar thoughts.
A gift like this, full of meaning, heart, and stories, has to be indicative of something.
Sure, you might’ve at first only gotten each other gifts because it seemed obligatory, as it’s the holidays, but you both took it far more seriously than either of you expected from each other or yourselves.
Your gifts could’ve been a simple pair of socks or a cozy sweater, and that would’ve been that.
But no, these trains are more than a cute little decoration to admire.
They aren’t just dêcor, they’re storytellers that with one glance will bring you both back to this moment in time.
You’ll remember how good he looked in that jacket of his, he’ll remember how sweet and handsome your face looked as you admired the scenery from the window, and you’ll both remember the taste of Aomori sake and cooked squid.
As the years pass, as your lives move forward, as your skin ages, and as your bodies get slower and weaker, just one look at these trains will remind you of this one episode of your lives, and you’ll become those lovestruck boys once again.
…
These thoughts have to be vocalized… they must be spoken.
You want him to know how much his gift meant to you, because he deserves to know how you truly feel.
But…
Are you nervous?
Yes, no denying that.
Is there a possibility that you may stumble over your words or say something different from what you were thinking?
Yep.
…
And the most important question of all: Do you really want to do this?
Because once you tread down this path, the gates behind you will close, and the only way to move will be forward.
Despite the possible consequences, do you want to tell him how you feel?
…
The words that leave your mouth serve as the answer to that question.
“I…” You start slowly and hesitantly, getting his attention and gentle eyes on you. Does he not know how dazzling he looks when he smiles like that? “I know I said it yesterday, but after Yuji fell sick, I was willing to sacrifice and give up on everything that I wanted to do just to keep him company. I wouldn’t have regretted it because he’s more important than experiences, but… now that I've done all those things, I’m so happy that everything worked out in the end and I was still able to go.” You have to keep your eyes on the train in his hands, for if you look in his eyes, you’ll surely stutter or lose your momentum.
As you talk, Sukuna listens intently, completely unaware of just how awestruck he is by how beautiful you are with the firelight bestowing you with a warm glow that reflects in your eyes, hair, and skin.
Whether it be by the window with the snowy land serving as a backdrop, by the fireplace, like right now, or in his arms, like this morning, with the sunlight shining down on your skin, you always look like an angel on earth in his eyes.
Hell, even when he first walked into the cabin yesterday morning, you were the first person his eyes gravitated to, not his brother or his father.
Sure, when he first saw you, he thought you’d be a nice treat for him to smash, but fuck, you ended up becoming so much more than he could have ever expected.
And he found himself becoming a man who gets hypnotized when you speak in that cutely hesitant yet honest tone of yours.
“And I have you to thank, Sukuna.” You feel emboldened enough to look in his eyes when you say those words, fighting to keep your voice stable as you get lost in his scarlet gaze. “Had you not shown up and gone along with Yuji’s request, my day would’ve gone very differently. And while I wouldn’t know what I’d have missed out on… I wouldn’t trade yesterday with you for anything.”
Your heart is pumping as you speak, your skin is feeling hot under your clothes as you confess what’s been brewing in your mind, and your toes curl in your socks from the atmosphere under this blanket fort.
“It was a perfect day for me, and it wouldn’t have been what it was had you not chosen to spend it with me.” God, this is getting so fucking real, but you don’t dare stop. “You started as a stranger, and while I’m never good with those, I somehow instantly clicked with you. I don’t normally feel comfortable or at ease around unfamiliar people, but with you, everything just felt right. Sure, being my best friend’s brother probably played a huge part, but… when I’m with you, I’m either smiling, laughing, rolling my eyes, or horsing around like a fool, and I think that speaks to how good of a guy you are.”
You don’t know if you’re saying too much, but despite how much you’ve said, it still doesn’t feel like enough to truly encompass how much he has shaken and struck your heart. You have to set down the little train beside you as you feel your hands sweating and tensing,
And you’re far too distracted in your words to notice the way Sukuna’s eyes gradually widened as he heard your words, going from soft and admiring to shocked and in disbelief.
“I know I already told you last night that I had nothing but fun yesterday, but… while I loved and enjoyed all those experiences and while they’ll stick with me forever… I found myself enjoying another part of the day entirely.” … Just say it. “And that was you, Sukuna.”
…
And finally, after all that build-up, internal agonizing and fantasizing, and hoping that he’d feel the same, your feelings flow out of you like a stream of water.
“Before I knew it, learning about you, seeing how well you treat other people, seeing how much you love Yuji and Jin-san, and laughing and joking around with you became just as meaningful to me as the things we did together and…” You pause… not sure how to continue, feeling choked up by your emotions and the fear of what may happen should you continue.
And to your surprise, you feel two large warm hands grasp your own, engulfing them in calloused yet soft warmth.
Shocked speechless, you look at Sukuna’s hands holding yours, before looking at his eyes, only to be immediately put at ease by his adoring, fond, and encouraging gaze.
He doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t need to, for his eyes say it all.
All he gives you is a patient and encouraging nod, letting you know that it’s okay to take your time and that he isn’t going anywhere.
His hands shuffle gently as he intertwines your fingers, the warmth of his skin and the smoothness of his rings filling you with courage and helping you find your voice.
One would normally be intimidated by this buff and tattooed man when he’s silent, but for you, all you feel is affection, safety, and bravery.
“... I ended up falling for you…”
…
Your voice was a whisper.
That’s all you could muster after thinking you found your voice.
“I… I like you, Sukuna.”
…
After all those internal storms, all that wondering, all that fantasizing, and all that worrying, you finally said it.
It should feel anti-climactic, finishing all that chaos with just four words, but it doesn’t.
You feel many things.
Relief, anticipation, elation, fear, satisfaction, regret, and many more emotions.
But what’s done is done, what’s said is said, and what you can do is wait for Sukuna’s response to your confession.
The silence that followed your confession is confusing.
It’s suffocating because you’re simultaneously curious and afraid, but it’s also calming because it gives you time to process what just happened.
But one thing never changed, and that was his gentle grasp on your hands.
He never let go of your hands, even as your fingers trembled, even as your palms got sweaty, and even when you, unbeknownst to yourself, were trying to pull away from him due to fear of the consequences.
In fact, when you confessed your feelings, he actually held your hands tighter, but the thing is, you don’t know what that could mean.
Is he troubled?
Is it reciprocal?
Unless he speaks, your mind will simultaneously be in chaos and in peace, and silent yet loud.
But… his skin on yours does bring you comfort despite everything.
And after a few seconds, you hear him clear his throat with a soft cough.
Once he speaks, despite the fear, the anxiety, the anticipation, and the hope, you look in his eyes.
“M.C…” He speaks with a deep tone that isn’t indicative of what he may say. It’s soft, but you don’t know if what may follow will be a rejection or confession of his own. “You…”
He pauses, humming thoughtfully.
From the pondering look on his face, it seems that he’s serious about what he wants to say, not wanting to tell a joke or make it seem like this isn’t something important, for you or possibly also for him.
You… appreciate that.
With a few seconds passing, he squeezes your hands and speaks.
“M.C., everything you said… are probably the sweetest words any man has ever told me in my entire life. So much so that I’m honestly… going through somewhat of a turbulent storm in my mind right, hah… But… I really appreciate your words. And I feel the same way, this trip has been a blast not just because of things I did, but also because of the guy I unexpectedly found myself spending it with.” He says with a soft laugh before putting on a more serious face. “That being said, though…”
…
Your heart freezes.
He could say anything at this point, starting with a sentence like that, and you found yourself gripping his hands a bit tightly at that.
Quickly figuring out that you might be understanding him, Sukuna speaks once more.
“I… I want to be honest about the type of man I am back in Tokyo.” He shuffles nervously from his spot on the floor, coughing softly to clear his throat. “The guy that you spent today and yesterday with is honestly as much of a stranger to me as he is to you.” He has to pause and break eye contact with you for a bit as he admits that.
What… what does he mean by that?
All he’s been with you so far is charming and gentlemanly as well as boyishly and playfully mischievous, so… is he saying that’s not how he usually is? Even though it felt so natural?
Many more questions brew in your head, but you remember how patient he was when you were formulating and vocalizing your thoughts, so it’s only fair to give him that same respect, so you gently squeeze his hands and rub his skin gently with your thumbs, letting him know that he can take his time.
And after a few seconds, he smiles at you gently before continuing.
“I’m not gonna sugarcoat anything or hide anything for you. If I’m being completely honest with you, M.C., I’m a fucking manwhore, through and through.” Though he speaks like those words will be hard for you to hear, he doesn’t display any shame or regret.
“Back home, sex with hot new guys that I meet at the club or wherever is always how I enjoy my weekend after days of travelling, guarding, driving, and all the other shit I do. If you asked me how many guys I’ve slept with and all the places I’ve fucked, I genuinely wouldn’t know how to answer that.” He says bluntly. “I had to turn off my phone for this trip because of many guys I have messaging me if I wanna fuck them during the holidays, so you can use that as a metric for how many guys I’ve ran through. Uh… I am clean though, if you were understandably worrying about that. I’m a hoe, but I won’t sleep with some sketchy, dirty fug. ” He laughs as he assures you of that.
He doesn’t let go of your hands as he airs out his dirty laundry.
“I… truly appreciate that you fell for the guy that you’ve been spending your time with during our time together, but he’s so fucking unfamiliar to me, even if everything I did with you felt natural. And while I liked to protect you from the snow, keep you steady on the train, and keep an arm around your shoulder to keep you warm, back home I’m the guy at the club that’ll drag a guy I think is hot into the washroom and fuck him right there until the stall door is covered in white.” He’s sure what he’s saying is disgusting, but you have to truly know who it is that you confessed to. “I won’t say that the Sukuna you’ve met is a facade. How I treated you felt so right, and I loved every second of it. But again, he’s basically a stranger to me.”
Despite his graphic honesty and colourful language, the fireplace cracks evermore, the lights continue to flicker beautifully on his face, and the blankets feel as soft and comfortable as ever…
“And to be even more honest with you, I don’t know how to fall in love with someone. I don’t know what romantic love feels like.” He looks down at his lap as he speaks. “And it’s not that I’m repulsed by it, or that I never wanted it. It’s just that… Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve always been so busy or going through something else that I never ever had the time to consider it or wonder what it’d be like to be in love or have a boyfriend. But sex? That’s always quick, easy, and fun, and I know that I could die a happy man if I never fell in love with a guy as long as I got to fuck him.”
…
Oh.
Wow.
Damn.
You truly don’t know what to think after hearing the truth about the man Sukuna really is, back in the concrete jungle you both call home.
The man he’s describing literally sounds like the complete opposite of the man you’ve spent the last two days with.
The Sukuna you know is mischievous yet polite, immature at times but kind to every stranger you’ve met on this trip, and gentlemanly and, interestingly enough, romantic above all else, so to hear that in his regular life he’s nothing but a rich fuckboy who values good sex and busted nuts above anything else… It’s honestly quite the shocker.
…
But the thing is, while Sukuna says the guy he’s been is unfamiliar and a stranger to him, it never felt like an act, not once, not for even a millisecond.
“... I-I, oh wow, uh…”
Sukuna quickly understands that you’re not gonna be getting any words out, no matter how much you try, especially after dropping something heavy, to other people at least, like that on you, so he politely cuts you off.
“M.C.,” All it takes is him saying your name to shut you up. “I… know that that was a lot to take in. Hell, it might’ve even completely altered how you thought or felt about me, and I wouldn’t blame you. But… for both of our sakes, please, just take your time and think. I’m here, for as long as you want me to be.”
You can’t even say anything; you don’t know why you tried. But despite the incomprehensible verbal nonsense leaving your mouth beyond your control, you make an effort to at least not grimace or seem disgusted.
He’s giving you this type of honesty because he believes that you deserve to know the truth about all that he is; he’s doing this in respect to you.
You don’t have anything to prove that belief other than how he’s been treating you, but… that’s not a bad thing to go off.
And strangely enough… despite him being unapologetically candid and graphic about his real character… You can’t truthfully tell yourself that you're disgusted, put off, or that you completely lost all of your gradually built-up feelings for him… even though in most cases, you probably would’ve.
Maybe… and just maybe, had you met Sukuna in his apparently more true state, perhaps you’d have been put off and stayed away from trouble like him.
But you’re no perfect guy who wears a halo and is annoyingly preachy and uprighteous about red flags, green flags, black flags and whatever else the most annoying people in comment sections talk about.
You’re a sucker for a handsome face, a buff body, and a deep voice, so much so willing that you’ve willingly looked past some bullshit that guys get up to just because of handsome privilege.
If you had the pleasure of meeting Sukuna’s eyes in a club (not that your anti-social, reclusive, stranger-avoiding self would EVER do that), there’s a 99.9% chance, and you don’t jest when you say this, that if he worked his magic and said some dirty and lecherous to you and nodded his head to the bathroom, you’d probably end up being another badge on his sash.
If the 0.1% chance that you reject his advances happened, it’d be because you’d be too flustered and/or intimidated by his everything to dare dream of accepting a rump in the sack or stall with him and run away with your hands covering the tent in your pants, not because of disgust or anything.
How could you ever be disgusted by a face like that?
But seriously speaking!
Once again, the man you’ve spent the last two days with… as much as Sukuna says he’s a stranger, and despite you realistically only having spent two days with him and having so much more to learn about him, you’re confident in your belief that that’s the real Sukuna as well, just a side that he never discovered until yesterday.
…
But then… were you the catalyst?
Why did this version of Sukuna come through only when he met you?
…
Oh fuck.
“If… If I’m going to be completely honest with you, Sukuna… I have no idea what I could or should say to a revelation like that, so I’m not going to try.” Despite how negative you know your start sounds, you shuffle closer to him and maintain the grip between your intertwined fingers to at least tell him that you don’t want him to walk away and close the curtains.
“Truthfully speaking, the type of man you described just now sounds like the type of man a guy looking for love or something more everlasting should avoid at all costs. The more you talked, I found myself thinking wow, yeah, we’d probably never see eye to eye or really become anything other than just friends. The guy that you say you are, I… I can’t confidently give you an answer on how I’d react to you if we met in different circumstances or if you weren’t my best friend’s brother.”
Sukuna chuckles nervously, unaware of how his broad shoulders are tensing and squaring up as you talk.
But what he is aware of is how his breath quickens.
Never in his life has his breath quickened like this outside of combat or sex.
He doesn’t get nervous when talking to boys, fuck, he’s one of the most confident and sometimes deservedly arrogant flirty playboys Tokyo has ever seen!
This doesn’t happen!
No boy has ever spoken to him like this before, and he has never had to fear rejection, but now that he’s feeling… whatever it is he’s feeling… God, it’s fucking terrifying.
“But…” Once you resume, he looks back at you. “Despite everything you just revealed, and I mean it when I say this because I thought really hard about it… I still feel as strong for you as I did when you gifted me the little train. I can’t lie about that, Sukuna. Even with these confusing and conflicting thoughts, I still like you.”
…
THUMP
“H-huh?! Uh, Sukuna?!”
Just like that, and with a sigh of relief, all of the tension that Sukuna didn’t know he was holding leaves his body, making him unceremoniously slump forward and land on top of you with his face burying itself into your neck and with his arms gently wrapping themselves around your waist.
!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!11111?!?!?!?!?!??!
What the fuck?
“... Sukuna? What’s… what’s up?”
You remain frozen in place as you speak carefully.
Not to raise any sirens in your head, but that’s not exactly the type of reaction you’d expect when confessing your feelings to a man, but you’re maybe, kind of, sorta, very confused!
“Are you oka-”
Sukuna cuts you off as he tightens his hold on your waist and murmurs into your neck with a breathy voice that feels like fire on your skin.
“I’m fine, M.C., I’m fine.” You’ve never heard his voice sound so light and soft, considering his deep-by-default voice, but feeling it on your skin makes you shiver and hope he doesn’t notice said shivering. “Just… keep talking. Please. I… fuck, I really wanna hear everything you have to say, so just, keep going.”
Alongside his soft tone, you can just hear in his voice how he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing either and… if that isn’t some of the cutest shit you will ever see in your life.
And who are you to deny such heartfelt words?
You slowly bring a hand up to his hair and begin to stroke the soft yet spiky fluff gently. “I-I… Okay…” You sort of lost your momentum after he fell on top of you, but you try to keep going with saying your piece.
“It feels sort of awkward saying it again, but… yeah, even though we’ve only spent two days together and while I cannot pinpoint when it happened, I just somehow, someway fell for you. And, even if you say that the Sukuna I know isn’t necessarily a facade but more so not your default… I… don’t care, to be honest.”
“...”
Sukuna doesn’t say anything to that, but when his arms tighten once more, that says what he’s feeling.
“None of our moments together, none of our interactions, none of our conversations ever felt fake, contrived, or calculated. Every laugh and every smile, whether it be from me or you, was all real, and I feel confident saying that. And since we’re… hah, being honest now, every little flirty thing you did or said… You always made my heart race or my mind boom with noise because it felt so genuine and real. Furthermore, rather than feeling like some hole you wanted to fuck and ditch… I honestly felt like a prince when you did things like holding my shoulders or protecting me from the snow…”
God, you’re just rambling, but that’s truly a testament to how, in such a small amount of time, Sukuna was able to make you fall head over heels for him.
“All of this is to say… Hmm, rather than saying I don’t care about what you did in the past, I’ll instead say that you’re more than who you say you are, and that’s more than enough reason for me to like you and… hope for something after this vacation ends and when we go back to our lives back in Tokyo…”
…
Well, you said your piece, and after saying all of that, all you feel is light, as if five boulders were lifted off your shoulders.
And the sounds from the fireplace, as well as Sukuna’s patchouli cologne washing over you due to him holding you tight, keep you calm and composed despite your previous inner turmoil and outward ramblings.
…
Good job, you.
No matter what happens, no matter what he says, no matter what the two of you become after this, and no matter the fear that’s building in your heart even though you just said you felt light and calm, at least you can say you shot your shot.
And you could never regret that, even if you’re thinking about regretting it in the moment.
God, being a human with ever-changing emotions is stressful… but the infatuation you feel for the man holding you in his arms is worth all the stress and turmoil.
You keep stroking his hair until, after maybe two minutes, Sukuna lets out a thoughtful and deep hum before pulling away from you and returning to his spot in front of you.
And yes, you’re both disappointed at him pulling away, but he needs to look in your eyes.
“M.C.,” You’re listening. “I don’t know how to… be in love with someone. I don’t know even the first thing about what being a boyfriend entails. I don’t go on dates for romance, I go on dates just so I can bring guys back to a hotel for sex.” Again, he’s not ashamed, just honest. “And… I’m glad that you enjoyed how I treated you, and yes, I’ve been flirting with you and treating you like a prince very intentionally.”
He snickers embarrassingly as he thinks about the gentlemanly things he did for you, like on the train, and he’s laughing at himself for a reason.
“But to be honest, every “gentlemanly” thing I did for you… I’m just copying what some of my friends who are actually romantics do when they wanna woo a boy of their liking…” He says that part bashfully, scratching his cheek as he laughs. He certainly wasn’t gonna copy what Toji does when he wants a guy, which involves ass-squeezing and dick-grabbing, so he went with what his supermodel housemates Satoru and Suguru do when they sneak into Kento’s business galas for good food and cute tech guys (Kento knows they sneak in, he just doesn’t care to get rid of them). “I… will admit though, with you, all those things I did actually felt natural. Well, as natural as it would feel if I told a guy I wanted to rail him in an alley.”
He laughs a bit before settling down.
“But yeah, romance? I could live without it and smile because I’d be too busy in the sheets with a hot guy to give a fuck. I just didn’t get it or need it.” He says with a truthful shrug. “But then… here came this weird nerd who likes sometimes to use fancy words and get all deep, blushed and dipped his head underwater when he saw my cock,” He grins deviously as he teases you, enjoying the way you flush at his unexpected jab. “And also knows how to make some mean baked oats. Somehow this weirdo started making me feel… these things that I have never felt my whole fucking life. When he looked at me with his curious and sometimes perverted eyes, hah, or when he said the right thing, my heart, my skin, my mouth, shit, even my fucking feet were doing things they never do!”
He looks at you with a smile, laughing at how he’s a tatted man acting like a lovestruck schoolboy.
“If you told me I was gonna be kicking my feet in the bath when you weren’t there or that I’d be blushing like a fucking teenager on this trip, my friend Toji and I would’ve been pointing and laughing at you for hours!”
Your heart is pounding like a drum because you just simply cannot believe what this man is saying to you.
Because if you understand what Sukuna is telling you, what you're hearing might be a successful case of “I can change him” when you weren’t even trying to change him!
Before he told you everything, he was a perfect man, with nothing to change.
“Hah… M.C.,” He grabs your hands. “If it wasn’t obvious, the weirdo who made me feel things that I’m assuming can only be felt by an infatuated man… that’s you.” His voice is unsure, yet still confident. And you? You cannot fight the smile blossoming on your face. “I… holy shit, I can’t believe I’d ever say this but… I like you too, M.C. AGH-”
And without even a millisecond passing after he uttered those fateful words, you jumped onto him, hugging your arms around his shoulders, and making him fall on his back onto the floor with the blankets and pillows cushioning his fall.
“OOMPH, holy fuck, M.C., is this what guys do after you confess to them? Attacking them unexpectedly? If that’s the case, then I take it ba-” He’s about to jokingly take his confession back before he says the overjoyed look in your eyes as you look at him from above, your shadow covering him.
“Do… do you really mean that, Sukuna? You… really like me back?” Despite you asking for confirmation, your smile says everything that needs to be said. You know he wants you back, but he’ll entertain you, for he’s not able to deny that smile.
He caresses your hair as you did with him earlier. “Haha, well… if sleepwalking, which I never do, into your futon to snuggle with you in the middle of the night is anything to go off… then yeah, M.C., I really fucking like you.” He rips off the Band-Aid and mentions the moment both of you pretended never happened.
You flush as you remember that heart-rushing, toe-kicking, and pulse-pumping moment, when you woke up to his arms around your waist. “Oh my god, let’s… not talk about that…”
He brings his face closer to yours with a smirk. “You know… You fit perfectly in my arms. I can’t think of the last time I woke up feeling so relaxed and comfy.”
“Um… yeah, likewise…” Those eyes of his have never been so up close yet, and you find yourself falling into scarlet depths. “You won’t hear me complaining if that’s what I might be waking up to in the near future every day…”
He laughs before pulling his face back. “That does sound nice… but before using any words like future… I have to ask if you can, hm, how do I say this… be patient with me?”
He says seriously yet clumsily, obviously never having done… relationship talk before.
“If you’re expecting a perfect lover… don’t. Replicating what my friends do for their dates was cool and all, but being a man that you can look to for support, love, and attention is unfamiliar territory for me…” He speaks very seriously despite his soft touch, adoring eyes, and lulling voice. “I will fucking try my best to make you happy, but I cannot in good faith say that I won’t fuck up big time, because I know I will. And while I would never want to hurt you intentionally, I know that it’s inevitable and… rather than beg for forgiveness, all I ask is that you try to understand me and be patient…”
He looks down hesitantly before speaking up again.
“So with that warning… will you give me a chance to be your man?”
…
Little does he know, despite his warning, despite his revelations, and despite his assurance that he will fuck up… as soon as he asked if he could be yours, your answer came to you in a millisecond.
“M-mm?!?”
And you spoke your answer with a sweet and intentful kiss on his lips that’s been a long time coming.
His lips, just like his hands, are the perfect mix of rough skin softened by something moisturizing like lip balm, in this case.
His lips against yours are warm and everything you knew they’d be, and after his shock fades away after a few seconds, he tangles his hands in your hair and kisses you back with matching adoration and hunger.
Finally kissing each other after fantasizing about it throughout the day feels like rain touching your skin after a treacherous drought.
And now accompanying the cracks in the fireplace are the frequent and impassioned sounds of your kisses, as well as the two of you shuffling about in the pillows and blankets as you satiate yourselves of what you’ve been waiting, wishing, and hoping for.
And when the two of you inevitably pull away for air, you look into each other's eyes as you pant slightly.
“So I’m guessing… that’s a yes?” He asks, slightly breathy as he catches his breath.
In Sukuna’s red eyes and surely in yours as well, many messages are being transmitted with every passing millisecond.
Feelings of adoration, infatuation, satiation, affection, desire, and accomplishment make your hearts feel like they’re flying high above the clouds on a sunny day.
“That goes without saying, Sukuna. That was… everything I thought it would be… hah…” You say, looking down at his handsome face, feeling right at home as you straddle him.
“Same here. Fuck, I’m so glad I ended up not kissing you in my dream this morning… saving our first kiss for real life was perfect.”
“...You dreamed about me this morning?”
“... Yeah.”
“... Cute.”
“A~nyways, since we’ve gotten to the kissing, this,” He plants another kiss on your lips. “Is what I wanted to do when I saw how beautiful you looked staring outside the window in the train.”
His words make you blush, but you wanna play along with what he’s doing, hoping your pounding heart doesn’t make you pass out.
“Mm! Oh yeah? Well, this,” You kiss him this time. “Is what I wanted to do when you handled everything at the onsen.”
Yeah, you’re never going to get sick of how his lips feel against yours.
“Hmm-hmm, well… this…” He kisses you deeper and longer this time, biting your bottom lip when he pulls away. “Was what I thought you wanted me to do after you saw me naked last night…”
Fuck…
Romance in flying in the air.
There’s romance in the fire that warms the two of you as it illuminates you in a warm orange glow.
There’s romance in the soft pillows and blankets that cushion the two of you as you intertwine yourselves.
There’s romance in the way your clothes rub against each other as you both get closer than ever before.
And that same romance brings the temperature up with each kiss you plant on each other’s lips, like a fire that grows stronger with every piece of paper that goes into it.
“And this…” With your voice going deeper, you kiss him once more, this time teasing your tongue against his lips, telling him you want his to dance with yours before, to his chagrin, pulling away. “Is what I’m guessing you want to do to me now?”
…
His grip on your hair tightens slightly.
His all-sweet eyes darken slightly.
And his voice drops to a slightly murkier tone.
“M.C.”
He tries to say sternly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, remembering what he’s been telling himself.
You’re not just a guy he wants to ruin in bed.
You’re so much more than that, and he wants to prove to you that he wants you beyond just your body.
But… if you’re going to be the one to make advances… he can afford to give you one more warning.
“I won’t lie to you… Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do and more.” He says, his voice getting heavier amidst the soft lights and soft fabrics all around. “And I’m happy to go along with whatever you want, but I just want to make sure that you’re okay with taking this further, y’know, considering we just met and I guess just got together now and this might be a bit fast-”
You just silence him with another kiss.
“Sukuna… believe me and trust me when I say that I appreciate you asking and caring about what I want, but… talking about things going too fast is kind of redundant.” You laugh softly, not ignoring the heat that’s blossoming in the area where your hips and dicks meet. “I think we’re way past the point of taking things slow and steady…”
“But… hmm… that’s exactly what I was going for. I figured if I was gonna fall for you, concerningly quickly, might I add, then the least I could do is take things slow and wait before taking you…”
“And again, I appreciate you for caring about me enough to want to do that.” You say planting a sweet and adoring kiss on his cheek. “But… I… I really want to go above and beyond with you tonight. This isn’t an impulsive decision on my part.”
You trace the tattoos on his face with a pointer finger as you speak.
“From your handsome face…” You caress his cheek. “To your deep and sexy voice…” You trace down to his Adam’s apple, not ignoring his gulp that’s indicative of how he’s getting riled up, surely. “To your unreal body…” You then let your hand travel over his pecs. “I’ve long since been wanting to be with you in every way, so please… give me just one more gift for tonight?”
…
And with your permission and his arousal and restraint meters exploding at the same time, Sukuna simply smiles sweetly and nods his head before flipping the two of you around, with you on your back this time on the pillows and blankets.
“M-mph!”
Sukuna, this time, is the one looming above you, covering you entirely in his shadow, and looking down at you like a man who’s been permitted to indulge in the meal he’d been forcing himself to not devour and tear but also like a man who’s looking at the most precious treasure in the world, about to touch it after fantazising about for eons.
“Well, then… if that’s what my man wishes for for Christmas…” He kisses your neck tantalizingly.
Summary:
I never saw a life like this for myself.
Not that I was disgusted or repulsed by the thought of love, I was just simply living in a different way, and hey, I've been having fun with no complaints.
But meeting you has just been full of unexpected feelings, discoveries, and new paths being found, and while this all may be unfamiliar territory for me... I think I want all of what may be coming.
word count: 11.2k words
what to expect: sukuna sleepwalking into your futon, surprise morning cuddles, fantasizing and crushing, unintentional(?) flirting, sukuna being a romance NOOB, holiday gift shopping, cutesy xmas vibes.
Note: The reader is referred to as "M.C." for Main/Male Character. Y/N is cringe to me. Just imagine that "M.C." is your name, thanks.
Morning sunlight gently creeps through the window in your room, reaching your closed eyes and providing them just the right amount of stimulation to awaken your cozy and warm slumbering self.
And in the winter stillness of this forested valley far from the mainstream, there is no noise.
No cars honking and rumbling, no kids or teens stomping on the concrete as they run late to school, no half-asleep salarymen tripping over their feet as their boss yells at them over the phone, and no dogs barking bloody murder at each other.
All that noise that comes from city life became nothing but a distant memory on your winter vacation.
Here, it’s just the sound of your breathing and another’s rumbling, footsteps on the wooden floor of other guests quietly walking outside your door, either for a morning bath or for some breakfast, and distant whispers that you can’t quite understand, being exchanged by whoever to whoever.
Honestly, the loudest thing here (other than the snoring) is your morning thoughts.
As you open your eyes tiredly and immediately close them with a whine from the sunlight hitting them straight on, faint and fleeting recollections of last night’s dream flutter in your half-awake mind.
You can remember… deep yet warm chuckles and laughs, probably from some teasing and horsing around, the crisp and already familiar scent of sandalwood and patchouli dancing around you, and pink, lots and lots and lots of pink.
You sleepily smile and sigh blissfully as you snuggle into the warm and strong body that holds you close like you’re a valuable treasure that deserves to be treated with love and care by a worthy man.
Even in your groggy mind, it’s not hard for you to figure out what, or rather, who you were dreaming about.
And one thing you know for sure is that you were smiling the entire time during that dream.
In fact, the subject of said dream is the one snoring from the other side of the… wait… snuggling?
What do you mean, “as you snuggle into the warm and strong body that holds you close like you’re a valuable treasure that deserves to be treated with love and care by a worthy man?”
You open your eyes once more and slowly lift your blanket to see why you’re snuggling into something and why you can’t exactly move.
…Huh?
…
Oh, God.
Alright, so, as you were waking up, you were feeling very warm and comfortable.
And duh, who wouldn’t be?
Yesterday’s sequence of events was completely unexpected, sure, but you had the absolute time of your life.
You explored even more of Aomori yesterday with a new friend, you enjoyed things unique to only this prefecture that you never would’ve thought of experiencing had you not come here, and you ended the day with a clean dinner made from the land, a much-needed hot bath for your tired joints, and a heartfelt and maybe steamy conversation that left your heart feeling mostly fuzzy as it pumped a bit faster for some reason.
It’s only natural to feel nothing but warmth, comfort, and a sense of a fresh start after such a productive, satisfying, fun, and relaxing day full of journey and serotonin like yesterday.
Warm… yeah, you were definitely feeling warm.
Warm, hot, and fiery…
And now you can see why that is.
And that snoring?
The snoring that you should be hearing from the other side of this admittedly small and cozy room?
Yeah, you can actually hear it right next to you. From the face next to yours. From a pink-haired, face-tatted, and sinfully handsome man who should be sleeping in his futon on the other side of the room.
And the reason you’re feeling warmer than you normally should is more than likely because of the robust, strong, and muscular pair of arms you see wrapped around your waist from behind that hold your back close against a strong yet soft chest instead of the soft blankets and oil heater.
…
Oh.
Oh… fuck.
Oh, Jesus Christ almighty.
Oh, by the Empyrean Light of Aetherius, may the Eye of Magnus always be upon me. Grant me the wisdom to use his gifts, and patience to know his wis-
Sukuna is sleeping next to you.
In your futon.
For some reason.
Somehow, someway, and at some point during the night, it looks like Sukuna just… joined you in your futon and snuggled up to you like you were some body pillow or teddy bear, like it was the totally normal thing to do.
Somehow, someway, here’s Sukuna, Yuji’s older brother, that you met yesterday, keeping you wrapped up in his unyielding embrace as he continues to rumble in his sleep, looking like an angel on Earth despite his intimidating appearance.
…
…….
………
What the actual fuck?
When did he fucking get here?
And more importantly, how in God’s green earth did you not wake up from any of it?
Sure, you were exhausted as hell and almost immediately passed out as soon as you and Sukuna said your goodnights. Still, you’re pretty damn fucking sure you would have at least maybe gotten woken up by a big and strong man like him turning your territory into his own and wrapping his arms around you in the middle of the night.
Were you… really that tired?
…
A solid two minutes pass by as your mind dances with questions, with Sukuna being none the wiser of your internal typhoon as he continues to snooze, with one of his hands scratching your tummy… fuck.
How did he even get across the room and into your futon? Was he awake when he did so? Is this normal for him? What are you and he gonna do when he wakes up? Are you able to sneak out of his embrace without waking him up? If he wakes up, would things be completely awkward? Why is he patting your stomach in his sleep?!?!
As your mind begins to sound like a flock of jabberjays, your self-directed line of questioning is so intense that you manage to forget for a bit that Sukuna’s big spooning you and he touching your body in odd yet familiar(...?) ways in his sleep.
Wait.
…
You forgot that he was literally hugging you for a bit… why?
You just somehow magically forgot that Ryoumen Sukuna, a guy that you just met, befriended, and are very attracted to, is having morning snuggles with you like you’re his boyfriend?
Surely, something straight out of a Shounen-Ai manga like this can’t just be ignored and forgotten, and definitely not by YOU of all guys.
The only way you could understand forgetting that he was snuggling you up would be if you were used to him doing so-
…
Oh.
And just like that, in a millisecond, it all clicks.
The rumbling snores that sound like a truck getting started…
The way you’re being held…
The weird yet innocent touches he’s making…
You are used to this.
You’re used to these very specific things, actually.
The rumbles, the koala-like big-spooning, the tummy scratches and pats, and the way your body is being rocked gently.
This is all so fucking familiar to you and basically part of your morning ritual, and it’s just now making sense why you didn’t wake up.
It’s why this particular type of snoring didn’t wake you.
It’s why you weren’t woken up by the snuggling and sleepy touches.
Again, to reiterate, you are used to this.
It’s just that… you're used to this with someone else… from another pink-headed man specifically.
Goddamn it, it all makes sense now that you’re awake.
Fucking Yuji.
Sukuna snores the exact same way Yuji does, and you gained immunity to your best friend’s truck imitations a while ago from repeated exposure to the noise, so it makes sense that his brother’s snoring, even if next to your ear, played like everyday background ambience to your ears instead of an annoying sound.
The way Sukuna is cuddling with you is a perfect replica of how Yuji does so. The way you’re being held close and oh so preciously and tenderly is so familiar that your body probably assumed it was Yuji who was cuddling up to you like he always does when he sleeps over at your place, which is like, almost an everyday thing.
And the way Sukuna is patting and scratching your stomach and rocking your body in his sleep, while surely not a common thing to do, is something Yuji does as well when he’s cuddling with you, and it almost always puts you back to sleep on the mornings you end up waking up before him.
It literally feels like you’re snuggling with your best friend in the morning, as you two always do after a night of whatever the fuck, such as studying, gaming, pigging out or… spicier things.
But obviously, that’s just not the case here.
This isn’t your best friend with whom you do almost anything and everything, and are basically stuck with for life because of how close you two are. If it were him, then your heart wouldn’t be beating like it is right now. In fact, if it were him, you’d probably be fighting the urge to wake him up by blasting loud music in his ear with your phone and then start to laugh as he whines.
Nope, this is Yuji’s hot as hell, sexy, debonair, handsome, suave, and jacked bodyguard for a CEO older brother whom you just met YESTERDAY, who’s frankly straight out of a BL manga or fanfiction that’s hugging you like a man in love right now.
…
This is insane, indubitably so.
But… even if your mind is going crazy, even if your heart is pounding like a drum, and even if you’re beginning to sweat from nerves and heat, you can’t lie to yourself and act like you aren’t liking this.
And no, this isn’t some “a little part of yourself secretly likes this” nonsense.
No, every part of your soul and being is very much so enjoying the fact that such a prime specimen of a man like Sukuna is touching you and hugging you close to him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
It just feels… right, for lack of a better word.
Your body fits perfectly into his larger one, like a key fitting into a keyhole.
And with the morning sun shining down on the two of you, the cozy atmosphere provided by the traditional washitsu room in a obscure ryokan hidden from the world, and your quickly found sense of comfort and safety in Sukuna after getting to know each other and him showing his vulnerable side to you last night… it honestly feels like a perfect morning if you ignore your racing heart.
But on second thought, maybe you like the way your beating heart accompanies your flushed cheeks.
It speaks to how… despite how new and unexpected this is, it feels right and safe being in this man’s arms.
Sure, you still have so much to learn about each other, and sure, you’re still technically strangers despite how quickly you two got comfortable around each other yesterday, but… a lot can be garnered from Sukuna’s touch alone.
His firm but soft hold on you speaks of a man who’s strong but gentle, a man who can defend on the frontlines but leave that all behind at the end of the day and keep his loved one warm back home.
You’re safe here.
There’s a sense of serenity and maybe even domesticity that you feel, as ridiculous as that might sound.
And perhaps that’s why you didn’t end up freaking out and causing a scene even after realizing what was going on.
And with comfort erasing your initial shock, you allow yourself, just for a few seconds, to indulge in Sukuna’s unexpected but not unwelcome embrace. As you let your body relax and you let yourself melt into his hug, your mind finally starts to wander to a better place.
With your eyes closed, you see yourself back in your apartment and snuggled in bed with Sukuna, which already seems like it would be heaven on earth.
Being in the comfort of your own safe space with your plushes and everything you love, with a handsome and strong man like Sukuna keeping you warm and cozy, ah, wouldn’t that be the life?
As Sukuna groans in his sleep and nuzzles his face into your neck, you let your mind wander further.
God, you should’ve freaked out way longer, but it really does just feel like you’re in bed with your best friend instead of a man you just met.
“What does Sukuna wear to bed?” is the first question you ponder on. It’s a valid question, surely.
He wore a black tank top and black sweatpants to bed last night, and you were definitely appreciative of how delicious his muscles looked. Still, maybe he only did that because he had to share a room with you and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable (Though he certainly had no problem showing you his assets in the bath last night).
But what about when he’s in the comfort of his own home, in his own bed?
You can’t help but wonder, does he ditch the tank top, or does he ditch the sweatpants?
Other random questions begin to pop up in your head, and the fantasizing and wondering start to feel like a fun game early in the morning.
Is he one for late-night snacks before bed? Yuji is, so it wouldn’t surprise you if Sukuna is the same.
Does he play games until his eyes get tired, or is he the type to read a book before calling it a night? A shirtless Sukuna reading a novel with a bedside lamp that highlights his chiselled features would surely be a sight any yearning boy would wish to see every night.
Maybe he’s the type of guy who likes to get a quick workout before going to sleep; it would make sense considering just how fucking jacked he is. Maybe you’d even count his reps for him, just wanting to be involved with anything he does.
You visualize a scene of him doing pushups next to the bed while you play something on your Nintendo DS in some luxurious high-rise apartment. The night sky and Tokyo city lights would adorn the room with a homely and intimate atmosphere for the two of you to enjoy, and it’s such a domestic and sweet picture in your mind that it makes you wiggle your toes from how it makes your heart sing.
Your thoughts are so blissful and sweet that it makes you sigh dreamily in this man’s embrace, him being completely unaware of the things he’s doing in your mind.
…
Wow, your imagination is quite vivid this early in the morning.
And Sukuna’s embrace alone was able to bring that out of you?
No… no, it’s not just that.
Yesterday truly was a dream.
And it’s almost hard for you to accept that that entire day actually happened.
If you think about it, yesterday played like a movie or a story from a book.
The initial meeting, the warm brunch with Jin, the winter stove train ride that stayed on your mind multiple times even after, the drives full of song, teasing, joking around, and talking about whatever came to mind, the onsen, and everything else that happened in between. You can’t recall ever having a day in your life that played like that before.
What’s more, you don’t just get along with people as quickly as you did with Sukuna. Sure, being friends with Yuji helped you get out of your shell, but you’re still mostly a social recluse and prefer to stay that way.
But somehow with Sukuna, it didn’t matter that you two started the day as complete strangers. Within just a few hours, you two got along like friends who live to make jabs at each other. You thought it before, but there truly must be magic in that pink hair.
But that’s not just it either.
There were those gentlemanly and friendly touches of his as well that you just couldn’t get over.
When he would keep a hand on your back as you were getting up on the train to make sure you wouldn’t fall, you noticed it and appreciated it.
When he put his hands on your shoulders when you two walked around in the train to keep you steady, it made you feel warm inside to have someone treat you so kindly.
And yeah, maybe imagining such vivid and intimate scenarios with him in the morning might be ridiculous and delusional, but… are they truly unwarranted and unlikely fantasies? With the way he treats you, there’s a part of you that wants to believe that maybe, just maybe… he feels a certain way towards you.
And those questions you were pondering on… yeah, some might think it’s pointless to think about what he wears in bed and what he does before he goes to sleep, but… for you, you want answers to those pointless questions because it’s Sukuna.
Whether it’s something important like a secret he keeps close to his heart or something stupid like whether he prefers ketchup or mustard, you want to know everything about him and keep them in an archive deep in your soul, one for you to visit when thoughts of him strike your mind.
Because with him, nothing about him feels pointless or mundane, you find yourself wanting to know anything and everything about him simply because he’s him.
And you’re no fool, you know why you feel like this…
How could you not after every single thing that led up to this second?
First, there was that initial spark of physical attraction when you first saw him at the doorway, then there was that surprisingly comfortable small talk at the cabin’s dinner table, after that there was the train ride where you truly felt yourself opening up to him, and finally, there was that moment of vulnerability he showed you in the bath that you weren’t expecting.
Despite how he looks and what he does, Sukuna has proven himself to be a sweet, goofy, and witty guy should you brave forward and look past the ink and muscle and strike up a conversation with him.
And that is why you truly know that just one day after meeting him, you can say that you have feelings towards-
“Mnnnnn…”
…
Fuck.
Sukuna’s rumbles are cut by his groaning and subtly moving around, and if he’s truly the exact same as Yuji in bed, that means that he’s waking up, slowly but surely.
Fuck!
Damn it, you got so fucking caught up in your fantasizing and snuggling against him that you didn’t even try to slip out of his embrace.
Granted, his hold on you was tight and secure, so you probably had no chance of getting out even if you’re fairly strong yourself, but you could have at least tried.
But honestly, those fantasies and feeling his body heat and muscles on your back were worth it.
You just hope that things won’t be irreversibly awkward when he comes to.
Okay… this is okay.
You’re fine.
Things will work out because you have the perfect idea to avoid any awkwardness.
It’s a perfect plan, and you know that it will work.
Initiate Action to Avoid Awkwardness with Sukuna When He Wakes Up and Notices That He Has You In His Arms, go!
“...”
…
And so, you go perfectly still and slow your breathing, as if you’re still in a blissful, unaware state.
That’s right, this is your ultimate plan: pretending to be asleep!
And the crowd goes… silent.
Okay, it might not be the most grandiose plan, but it’s either this or looking him right in the eye and being like “Hey,” and you’re not exactly keen on knowing what might happen if you go with the latter.
“Mmm… hm~” In his still waking-up stupor, he sounds like a king who has it all, sounding quite comfortable and content as he subconsciously intertwines his legs with yours and clutches onto your shirt as he hugs you.
Oh wow, oh wow… this feels amazing.
You can’t help but say it again; it feels so right being in his arms.
It feels like cozying up under freshly washed sheets. It feels like biting into a perfectly crisp apple. It feels like diving into the water during a hot summer day. That’s how right being in his arms feels.
As you lie still and pretend to be asleep, you can feel his hands still moving.
“Just like Yuji…” You think to yourself, trying not to smile or laugh at just how similar the pink-haired brothers are in bed.
“Mmm~” You can feel him shuffle a bit more as the world calls him back to consciousness, his deep and gravelly noises of content resonating in your ear and threatening to give you goosebumps and shivers.
But when his touch changes, you can gather what’s going on in his awakening mind.
His taps, caresses, and squeezes, once soft and somewhat reverent, are now questioning and fast-moving as the groggy haze in his mind starts to clear. Initially, he was touching you like you were a baby pup, but now his hands roam around your body confusedly and frantically like he’s looking for his phone in the dark.
“Uh oh…” You say cautiously in your head.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you… Sukuna-san.”
That’s when it all started, that’s when the sound of your voice became immortalized in his head.
He’s back at the cabin with you. You’re both talking like you did at the dinner table that morning over salad, smoothies, and baked oats with Christmas tunes playing from the record player in the living room.
Only this time, he’s playing footsie with you under the table, observing and enjoying your reaction as you try to act like nothing is wrong in front of Jin, despite your stutters and warming cheeks.
“This short journey, while mundane and routine for those who live here, is completely new to city boys like us, and I want to experience it firsthand. It’s an experience so location-specific that most people will die never knowing its existence, and I like that for some reason. I want to get a glimpse of their lives that’re so different from ours, even if only a little bit.”
That’s when Sukuna realized there’s more to you than a handsome and cute face. He saw a guy who was curious, inquisitive, and eager to explore things that others might never even give a first glance.
Now you and he are back at the train station. You’re both joking and bickering like you were before, and you’re even reciting that cute little speech about wanting to enjoy other people’s stories. Your words must have resonated with him because he remembered them word for word in this dream.
But you’re in his arms this time, speaking softly with your face pressed against his chest. He wanted to keep you warm and covered back then, but shielding you from the snow with his body was all he could do as you were still getting to know each other. But in this dream, his chin is resting on your head, one hand is rubbing your back, and the other is warm and cozy in one of the back pockets of your pants.
It’s affectionate, caring, and a little spicy, just how he likes it…
“I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t do enough or I didn’t have enough fun with you just because you aren’t Yuji. But you don’t need to do any comparing. If I went with him, we would’ve had our own type of fun, the same way you and I, today, had our own type of fun, the only kind that comes with getting to know each other. You made today special in a way only you could, because, well, you’re you, and I got to enjoy all of your specific quirks, ways of talking, and humour, among other charming things.”
That’s when Sukuna realized he liked you, not just for your outer beauty, but for the beauty that came from your heart as well.
Finally, you’re both back in the hot bath that is only a few minutes' walk away in the real world. The vulnerable conversation between you two still happens, and honestly, he punched himself mentally when he vocalized if you’d enjoy the day more if Yuji were there instead of him. He initially wished he had never said anything, but your heartfelt words made it all worthwhile.
In this dream, he has you straddling his lap, your arms around his shoulders, his around your waist, and your naked skin touching his. Hearing you say that you enjoyed the trip in a way you could only have with him in the hot and steamy room, with your arms around each other, made your words hit him even harder.
And with a little bit more boldness in this dream world, he found himself looking straight into your eyes, pleased to see that your gaze was just as strong on him.
Your sweet words that make his heart tighten and feel fuzzy, your handsome face shining and glistening with sweat dripping down your skin, and your bare skin on his own, creating a connection that he never could have predicted finding when he organized everything for this trip, all of those things and a need for more made him bring his already close face closer to yours.
Your eyes, your nose, your lips, and the unique features that are so quintessentially you look even better up close, and he wants nothing more than to seal the letter and lay his claim on you with his kiss.
The thought of kissing you started as an urge that surprised him when he took a photo of you on the train, then it became something he really wanted to do in the bath, and then, when he closed his eyes after saying good night to you, his mind painted a picture of the two of you finally bringing your lips together, signaling his need for it.
So now, in this dream world of his own, he can finally do so.
Seeing you close your eyes as you bring your lips closer to his, he does the same, eager to relish the softness of your lips.
…
But by some cruel twist of fate, almost like the universe is depriving him of his wish to kiss you or perhaps telling him that his first kiss with you should be in the real world, he feels himself waking up, and your image becomes blurrier as the dream world fades away.
“Of fucking course…” Is all he thinks to himself as the dream shatters.
Warmth.
Softness.
And a sense of belonging.
In his waking mind, those are the first things Sukuna thinks of. He’s not sure why, but he is also just waking up, so deduction and deliberation aren’t exactly the first thing he’s thinking of, not that he’s thinking much to begin with.
Perhaps those words came to him because of how he’s feeling in his first few seconds of being conscious on this fresh new day.
Being cozy in this futon, waking up after a day full of memory-creating, bond-building, and unfiltered fun, and finally not needing to wake up in the ungodly hours of the morning because of Kento’s relentless schedule… perhaps that’s where the immediate sense of warmth and satisfaction is coming from.
“Mmm~” His voice is deep and rumbly, as it always is in the morning.
And as he begins to stir, he immediately can feel just how loose and relaxed his body feels for once.
“Fuuuuck… that feels good…” He can’t help but put his satisfaction into words; his body feels fucking amazing.
In his line of work, early mornings, late nights, impromptu coffee runs, long travel, and pushing through endless crowds and paparazzi, among many, MANY other things, can do a lot to his body. And as much as he loves to take as many opportunities to have fun and goof around with the guys at the penthouse, his job sometimes does result in him being too tired to even reach his bedroom and just pass out on the couch for an entire day.
Kento’s no cruel boss, mind you. In fact, he truly compensates his good friend for all the work he does for him, very often going above and beyond with gifts and extra pay. But alas, being the bodyguard for a big tech CEO and one of Japan’s richest men obviously does come with a very, very busy workload that cannot be avoided.
Now, he’s undoubtedly at the peak of his physical prime, and there’s surely nothing in this world that will ever truly take him down. But it seems like his body truly fucking appreciates a different type of therapy that isn’t sex with a hot guy he just met.
Hmm, so exploring, good vibes, and a new friend are good for his body… noted.
Just being here, in some obscure, old-fashioned inn in the middle of nowhere in rural Japan, warm and cozy under some sheets, is something that, while he isn’t able to get used to because this is just a vacation, he truly appreciates in the present time.
And he gets to share this morning with a new friend that he found himself falling for way too quickly.
Ah, right. You’re here as well in the room.
Hm… he finds himself wondering what you might look like in the early morning, after a good night’s rest.
Would you look like a hot mess, bedhead and all, but still handsome?
Or, would you just look like an angel that descended straight from the heavens above?
Either way, he knows that anything would be okay. Just seeing you next to him in bed every morning is all he wants.
“Mmm…” He finds himself humming satisfiedly from the thought alone. “Waking up next to him every morning.... now wouldn’t that be something…” He says in his head.
As he wakes up some more, he feels the need to stretch his satisfied and relaxed body, so he moves his arms to unwrap-
…
Unwrap?
Hold on, what is there to unwrap his arms from?
He didn’t sleep with a body pillow or anything, and he isn’t the type to bundle up his blankets in his sleep, so what the hell are his arms wrapped around?
Much more aware but still with his eyes closed, as he’s starting to believe he might still be asleep and dreaming, he moves his hands around.
He feels… soft fabric different from the blankets. Is this a shirt? And he also feels… smooth and warm skin?
…
……
No.
Surely not.
As soon as he found his hands touching skin, that’s when he finally opened his eyes for the first time today.
And he sees it… or rather, you.
“Oh… fuck.” The words just naturally came out of his mouth.
Just like in his dreams and after thinking it would be a delight to see every morning… here you are wrapped up in Sukuna’s arms like a Christmas present from Santa himself.
…
Oh, what a feeling it is to have you asleep, warm and safe in his arms…
He doesn’t know if he’s still dreaming or not, but one thing’s for sure.
You, with the morning sun shining down on you, are all he wants to see when he wakes up from now on.
It seems like his face was snuggled into the back of your neck before he woke up.
Your soft hair brushes against his face, and he’s immediately in love with the feeling.
Your strong and solid body fits perfectly against his, with your soft skin providing another layer of yourself for him to enjoy and wish for more of.
Your legs, intertwined with his, feel like just another form of embrace that he wishes could last forever.
And your soft breaths that come from your mouth and nose sound like the most perfect sound for Sukuna to wake up to every morning. It’s so soft yet boyish. Adorable but undeniably masculine. He wishes he could save in his brain’s storage to revisit and play when you aren’t around.
God, now this is something he could get used to every morning, is what he thinks as he keeps his eyes on the back of your neck, wondering what would happen if he planted kisses up and down your soft skin.
…
But before he’s about to snuggle your body closer to him, the happy, vivacious, and radiant pink and cotton candy-scented clouds of happiness, elation, and romance in his mind blow away as questions and realizations pierce through them and make his entire body stiffen like iron in a millisecond.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
Wait a goddamn minute.
Why are you here?
Why are you in his arms?
Why are his arms wrapped around you?
Why are you in his futo-
Hold on.
Moving carefully, he (regretfully) removes his face from the back of your neck and cranes his neck to see where he is… only to find a terrifying answer to the last question he was about to ask himself.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!” He whispers outloud in a panic.
This is not his futon.
This is not his side of the room.
…
That means he snuck into your futon.
This was all his doing.
All by accident and in his sleep, sure, but still completely all on him.
…
And that makes things really difficult.
If you snuck into his futon and started snuggling with him in the middle of the night, he would’ve been completely fine with it. In fact, he would’ve already been cuddling with you, kissing you everywhere, and calling you “baby,” and everything would’ve been fine and dandy.
But as the roles are reversed, he can’t guarantee that you’d feel the same as he would have felt.
He’s the one who snuck in, and he doesn’t know how you will react should you wake up and feel his arms wrapped around you.
Would you be flustered yet receptive? Would you shyly tell him it’s fine, then ask him to get out? Or worse, would this completely ruin all of yesterday’s friendship-building and just make things awkward for the rest of the trip?
He doesn’t know the answer, but what he does know is that it would admittedly hurt him if the last one ended up happening.
…
He knows he was dreaming endlessly about having you in his arms and yes, he would love to wake up to you in his arms every morning but this… as nice as it is… there’s too much uncertainties and he really, REALLY doesn’t want to fuck up what he has with you right now, especially after such a great day like yesterday.
And because of him not wanting to potentially ruin things… he carefully and slowly begins to unwrap his arms from your waist.
“Dude, what the hell?” He says in his head, already feeling a bit empty with his arms loosening their hold on you. “How could you let this happen? How did this even happen?” He asks that question of himself with genuine confusion.
He’s not one to sleepwalk or do shit in his sleep. So why the hell did his sleeping self make the executive decision to sneak under your covers and hug you like a koala?
He has no answer to that yet.
And that empty feeling in his heart after letting you go doesn’t go unnoticed by him either.
He isn’t ashamed to admit it; waking up in the morning with a guy in his arms or a guy around both of his arms is nothing new to him; it’s honestly a pretty common occurrence for him after a fun weekend or even a particularly stressful weekday.
After hot and sexy nights, waking up naked with hickeys, bite marks, and scratches all over his body with hot guys in bed is just the vibe for him.
But waking up with you in his arms… it was so different.
Having you in his arms didn’t provide just physical warmth, but a warmth that he felt in his heart, in his veins, and in his soul.
He didn’t just have his arms around some guy this time; he was embracing someone he truly enjoyed and formed a connection with.
And separating from you immediately brought forth a feeling of emptiness, which, while he isn’t used to it, he can immediately identify because of what he lost.
…
He isn’t a fucking idiot; he knows why he feels this way.
He likes you.
He admitted as much to himself yesterday.
Waking up in the morning and snuggling with a guy or two that he fucked all night is cool and all, and the warmth is nice, but it’s not like he ever had crushes on them or anything.
He didn’t do crushes.
Crushes and romance weren’t ever something he thought of.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he was ever opposed or disgusted by the thought of love and romance, but when you’re as busy and on-the-move as he’s been for a long time, sex is all he really has the capacity to indulge in before getting back into the hustle of his job and responsibilities.
But with you, he’s experiencing things he’s never really felt.
Unfamiliar heartbeats, feelings of warmth and belonging and… a hope to keep in contact with you after the trip are things he’s finding himself getting used to.
But he doesn’t hate any of them.
Is… this what having a crush on a guy feels like?
Is this what it’s like when you want more from a guy than just sex?
Is it normal to have feelings for a guy after knowing him for just one day?
Is it normal for his heart to beat this fast when thinking about you?
…
God, why didn’t he try love out sooner?
Having a crush feels fucking amazing!
Thinking about a guy, yearning for more time with him, and hoping you feel the same way about him as he does you gives him such a fucking rush, and he just wants to dive into everything and anything with you headfirst, hands intertwined!
…
But… he just can’t.
He has to do things right, whatever the fuck that looks like.
And he has a feeling that this isn’t how he wants to go about things.
Slow and steady wins the race.
So he has to separate himself from you for now, as much as he wants nothing more than to go back under the covers with you and keep you all to himself.
You both have to head back to Kento’s cabin today anyway since it’s Christmas Eve, and he’d like to enjoy some more time in the hot baths before doing some last-minute gift shopping for everyone.
He sits on your futon and looks at you, still asleep and blissfully unaware of everything that just happened.
“Fuck, M.C…” He says in his head, shaking as he smiles. “I don’t know if you like me back, and I don’t know how to find out if you do… but I really fucking hope you like me too…”
He’s no inexperienced virgin or anything like that.
Trust, at the club or at the bar, he exudes pure masculine sexuality, and he can charm a man into wanting to have sex with him in just seconds with some choice words, a few drinks, and some naughty touches.
He and the guys are sex on legs, and they know that. Finding hot guys to have sex with will never be a problem for a man like him. If a guy wants him to treat him like a gentleman before sex, he can do it just fine. If a guy just wants dick so good he’ll blackout, he’ll give him that and happily so.
But… when romance and crushes and yearning are thrown into the mix, he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with you other than try to use his more… gentlemanly methods as he did back at the train station.
He can easily tell when a guy wants to fuck and get buckwild with him; he sees that look directed at him everywhere. At the club, at the bar, at the office, on his travels, hell, he even sees it in Toji’s eyes sometimes when they have too many drinks back at the penthouse, though that freak just wants to grab any cock in his vicinity 24/7.
But how the fuck is he supposed to tell if you might like him back?
What signs is he supposed to spot?
He doesn’t have an answer. This is far from his realm of expertise…
He stands up from the floor and stretches his body with a groan before looking back at you, making sure he isn’t waking you up.
“... Just sitting here and doing nothing isn’t productive… Maybe some hot water will help me think better…” He thinks to himself before grabbing his bath basket and a change of fresh clothes. “I need to talk to Toji, maybe he’ll… nah, all he cares about is fucking. Satoru and Suguru would know way more about romance, so I’ll call… FUCK, I forgot there’s no service here… Shit, what the hell do I-”
His mind just rambles endlessly as he quietly opens the door and shuts it after he leaves, leaving just you in the washitsu.
…
After being sure that he’s gone, you finally open your eyes, unaware of everything that he was saying in his head.
“Holy shit.” You had to say these words outloud.
Pretending to be asleep when a guy as drop-dead gorgeous and sexy as Ryoumen Sukuna was snuggling with you was harder than you could’ve ever imagined.
Every touch he made made you want to gasp, and his deep morning voice, on multiple counts, threatened to make you shiver or give you goosebumps.
It took everything in you to stay relaxed in his arms and try to breathe steadily, but… it seems like you succeeded.
An awkward apocalypse was avoided, and if you (and he) manage to act like everything that just happened didn’t happen… things should be fine and dandy, and you and he will still be cool with each other.
… Easier said than done? Maybe, but if you act chill, then it should be okay.
Just… take it easy, go with the flow, and everything that needs to happen will happen.
You stand up and fold your and his futons before getting your bath basket and a change of fresh clothes as well, wanting to enjoy the hot water one more time before heading back to the cabin.
…
You straighten your body, move around a bit, and damn, your body feels nice and relaxed.
Yesterday was a good day… You just hope today can be just as good or maybe even better.
But hey, it is Christmas Eve, so if anything, you know damn well it at least has zero chance of being a bad day.
Allowing yourself to move on from the early morning antics and embrace the festive, red-and-green cheer in the air, you open the door and close it as Sukuna did earlier, before heading to the baths.
This place looks different in the morning compared to nighttime.
Well, duh, obviously it would, but despite the strangers around you, either heading to the baths or dining hall, there’s a relaxed liveliness, different from what you’re used to in the streets of Tokyo.
The calm but alive energy, paired with the morning sun peeking through the old-fashioned windows, makes you feel at ease.
…
But, you can’t help but think that it would be nice to have Sukuna’s hands on your shoulders once again as you walk around.
It’d be nice if he were with you.
God… you really are smitten with him, huh?
Such an easy little gay boy, you are…
Well, if there is any consolation, you and Sukuna are basically champions at acting like this morning didn’t happen.
When you joined him in the baths, it almost seemed as though he had fallen back asleep, considering his eyes were closed, his body was still, and his breathing was steady.
As you walked in, what immediately stood out to you, and perhaps you didn’t notice it last night because you were very very very occupied by and salivating over the fact that his body and cock were made by the gods, was that his hair was down.
Those spiky, yet eternally soft pink strands that you’ve long since gotten used to seeing styled up because of Yuji and now Sukuna, are hanging low on the older man’s head.
It’s… an interesting look on him. He honestly looks more like Jin this time, as he always wears his hair down and maintains a more stripped-back aesthetic compared to his boys. It’s almost like you’re seeing Jin in front of you with Sukuna’s tattoos, and just the image in your mind alone is enough to make you want to giggle. Jin, one of the sweetest, softest, and kind-hearted men of all time having tattoos like those on his face? Oh, please…
But you must say, as unfamiliar as it is seeing Sukuna’s hair down, surely because of the humidity and steam or because he dipped his head for a second, he still looks as handsome and show-stopping as always.
With his hair spiked up and styled, he has this hypermasculine and dominant bad boy air about him that just says firmly in your ears, “Don’t fuck with me”.
But that’s until he’s comfortable around you and opens that mouth of his, then he becomes a silly and goofy yet suave and gentlemanly, which makes you laugh and swoon simultaneously.
That being said, though… You wonder what he’s like when he’s on the clock and in one of those suits he mentioned he always has to wear… surely, he’d be more serious and stern… You’d love to see him that… just once. God, that would be dangerous for your heart, soul, and cock… Fuck, you lost your train of thought as you always do when it comes to sexy beefcakes.
Is thinking about him with his hair up really enough to make you lose your train of thought?
Easy answer: yes.
But seeing him naked from the chest up with his hair down and just relaxing and being present in the moment in the hot water… It feels like you’re seeing something not just anyone gets to see.
With his hair down, he looks… softer, sweeter, and maybe a little bit more boyish despite his godly bone structure. Despite the tattoos, he looks like the kind of guy that you’d feel safe around and snuggle up to on a cold or windy day. Granted, that might be because you already know him, and it’s very possible that he might’ve already scared some of the other guests here with his domineering presence, herculean body, and tattoos alone, but whatever, you think he looks very handsome and that’s all that matters.
“Hair up or hair down, Sukuna will always look good, no matter what,” is the conclusion you reach.
You tried not to disrupt his peace by quietly dipping into the side of the bath opposite to him, and it seemed like you succeeded, seeing that he didn’t move an inch or open his eyes.
It’s funny, though, isn't he the main bodyguard for one of the richest men in Japan? Shouldn’t he be hyperaware of everything going on around him at all times and get into action at the slightest change in atmosphere? Shouldn’t he-
“Hey, M.C.,” Sukuna’s deep voice cuts the silence.
Uh-
Yeah, so he isn’t asleep. He was just relaxing hardcore. But his eyes are still closed, so how did he… hm…
“Good morning, Sukuna.” You say quietly, not wanting to ruin the relaxing atmosphere in the room. “How did you… know it was me who walked in? Your eyes have been closed the entire time, so I thought you were asleep…”
“Hmm… so what I’m hearing is that you were staring at me the entire time you’ve been here?” He says with a smirk on his face, still keeping his eyes closed.
Thank God he didn’t open his eyes because your wide-eyed and embarrassed expression truly is something to behold, and you know Yuji would’ve taken a photo of you if he were here.
But before you could even attempt to say something, he chuckles warmly before speaking again. “Wanna know something cool? I could tell it was you who walked in from the sound of your footsteps alone.”
… No way.
Actually, just say it.
“... No way.” Your voice is somewhat dubious and suspicious, but you know it’s true somehow.
“Yes way~” He says proudly. “See, when you’ve got a job like mine, and you have to prioritize your master’s well-being and safety 24/7/12/365, you learn to pay attention and memorize every single thing possible in your surroundings.” He said the word ‘master’ with a snicker. “I’ve had my job long enough that it just happens naturally.”
“But still, just from my footsteps alone?” It still sounds unbelievable, but Sukuna is obviously anything but ordinary.
“There’s a lot that can be gathered from the sound of your footsteps alone, M.C.” He says matter-of-factly. “The pace that you walk at is… a bit hesitant, reserved, and shy. You never walk too fast, and sometimes you stop and pause when you’re deep in thought. Also, because of some of that muscle and strength in you, your footsteps have some power and weight in them despite your softer pace. Just from sound alone, those little things told me it was in you in here with me.” The way he speaks about the little details about you sounds a bit… fond. The slight smile on his face as he talks doesn’t do him any favours either… but would he speak the same way if he were talking about Yuji or one of his friends? “I like hearing your footsteps, they… make me feel relaxed and calm. They’re different from the bold, powerful, and confident ones I’m used to, as well as the sometimes aggressive, loud, and harsh ones you hear in office spaces or in crowds.”
…
Fuck, don’t get hung up on that and get silent now.
“Oh… shit, that’s actually really fucking cool…” You say almost admirably.
“It’s pretty damn helpful, I can’t lie.” He preens at the compliment.
“I can imagine… and thanks… I guess, heh.”
“Mhm~...”
And with that, you end up talking about whatever during your time in the bath.
You keep up with him in conversation, but… your heart can’t get over him memorizing the sound of your footsteps for some reason.
There’s something so personal about him memorizing such specific details about you and being able to put them into words and… fuck, you can’t help but feel special for some reason.
Sure, he probably has plenty of people’s footsteps memorized in his line of work, but… there’s just something in the way he spoke of you that made you feel put on a pedestal.
Call it delusion or call it wishful thinking, it’s probably both, but… knowing that he dedicated himself not just to memorizing something about you that you’ve never thought of yourself, but putting it into words in a way that made you blush feels so… romantic.
There’s something very special about him not even needing to see you, yet still knowing you’re there.
His gentlemanly moments, his occasional flirts that you have you wondering if he’s for real or not, the surprise cuddling from earlier, and now this?
…
What else can he do before crossing the “He probably just does this with everyone” line and reaching “He’s into you” status?
Does he… feel something for you too?
Maybe not feelings, but an attraction at the very least?
… You don’t know.
And honestly, you don’t know how to know, and you’re nowhere near ready to just ask him if he’s into you and risk ruining this newfound friendship.
So for now, you just let your heart beat quickly as you sink until it’s just your head above water.
Thankfully, he brings your attention elsewhere by bringing up that he wants to do some last-minute Christmas shopping for everyone back at Nanami-san’s cabin.
That actually sounds like a very great idea for you, since… now that Sukuna’s around, you need to buy something for him as well.
Only problem is, as much as you’re into him and as much as you learned about him in just one day, you have no fucking idea what a guy like him would want for Christmas.
You have the feeling that a rich and successful man such as himself probably doesn’t need a gift from you and is more happy to give than to receive, but… You want to do this for him.
You’re sure you’ll figure something out.
So, with your skin hot and pruned, and your body well-rested and recharged to take on another day, you and Sukuna exit the baths, pack your bags, thank the owners and staff for such an amazing stay (Sukuna even goes the extra mile and leaves them an extremely generous wad of cash, it's truly a Merry Christmas for them now), and begin the journey back to Nanami-san’s cabin.
The sky is just as gray as ever with never-ending snowfall, but there’s peace in that.
What’s more, there’s a festive joy in the air that you are more than excited to be a part of with your favourite guys in the world (Yeah, Sukuna is already a part of that group).
Today is gonna be a good day, and seeing Sukuna’s strong and tall self walking in front of you, looking handsome as always in front of the white canvas of snow, just makes you feel more sure.
“Let’s have fun today!” is surely what everyone is saying in their heads or out loud today.
Though he is walking nonchalantly in front of you with his hands in his pockets, his head up high, and with a happy and warm heart after giving the onsen owners a generous Christmas gift in the form of fat stacks of cash, there’s one thing that he can’t get over, even though he said it….
“I like hearing your footsteps?” He repeats to himself in his head.
“Really, man? Fuck, now he’s gonna think I have a fucking foot fetish or something! I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing his- NO!” He bonks himself mentally. “You know what… maybe I actually worked some romance magic on him. That’s a pretty romantic thing to say, right? I’ve never said something that detailed before to a guy, and… that had to have maybe gotten my feelings or interest in him across even a little bit… right?”
He’s stuck between agonizing over the fact that you might think he’s a pervert now (which he is) or patting himself on the back over his potentially romantic advance.
“Should I ask Satoru and Suguru for help? They’ll think it’s so weird having me ask them for help with a guy, considering we flirt with guys nightly, but this is fucking different! This is a matter of romance, not sex!”
It’s a good thing Sukuna is good at controlling his outer expression and body language. With his job, he’s been trained professionally to remain calm on the outside, no matter what chaos is ensuing on the inside. As such, you’re none the wiser to what he’s saying in his head.
“... It’s fine. Things’ll be fine. It’s not like he was weirded out or anything. And hey, I’m not an oblivious dumbass. I saw how he looked at my bod last night, I see that look on the daily. He fucking liked what I’m packing, so that’s good~” His confidence peaks before… “But what about me?! What about what's on the inside? Does he like me too, or just my muscles and cock? If this were any other hot guy at the club, I’d be fine if he just wanted my body, but this is M.C.! I want him to want more than just my body!!!!! But how do I find out if-”
And so, on the way back to the cabin, Sukuna goes crazy on the inside over you while maintaining his effortlessly cool and dominant exterior, with you being none the wiser.
It’s so funny, he’s experiencing all these emotions and this craziness for the first time.
He never knew he could be like this when it comes to love because he never thought about love.
When it comes to sex, he’s one of the greatest experts and master seductors out there.
But when it comes to love, he’s nothing but a clueless teenage boy who’s always second-guessing himself and fighting between thinking he fucked up or did the right thing…
But as much as he’s agonizing over everything and just wishing he was good with love… it feels nice to want something else from a guy than just sex and dick.
He doesn’t even know what love and relationships entail, and he doesn’t even know what the fuck he wants because he simply just… doesn’t know… what to want… but he knows that he wants it with you.
He doesn’t know what he’s striving for, but his feet are staying on the path no matter what…
He just hopes the path leads to where he wants to go.
Even if the destination is foggy to him right now.
Perhaps it’s the red, white, and green holiday cheer in the air, with all the happy kids and their exhausted parents running around in the shopping centres, endless expanses of Christmas lights as far as the eye can see, and the sight of friends slipping outside on the ice and laughing at each other as they do so.
Perhaps it’s the fact that you and Sukuna still mesh so well together and can talk to each other easily, tease each other, and have fun in stupid and potentially embarrassing ways as you walk around Aomori. The morning had mostly gone forgotten, and you both naturally went back into how you normally talk to each other.
You don’t know what it is in the air at this one particular shopping centre…
But one thing you do know is that it’s a damn good day!
Surprisingly enough, gift shopping, which is something that typically stresses you out when you’re on your own, was quite enjoyable.
You always only ever have three (now four) people to buy gifts for (all of whom are at the cabin, currently), so it’s not like you have a long list. But, worrying about whether they’ll like your gifts or not causes you quite the headache every year!
Yuji, Jin-san, and your dad always love your gifts since you know them so well, but still, there’s always that “What if?” that makes you worry that you chose wrong.
You know they love you, and just knowing you care about them enough to buy them something is enough to get you a smile and hug, but still… It’s nice seeing the gifts you buy get used…
And of course, as with almost everything you do in your life, you and Yuji always go gift shopping together, and his being by your side actually helps you know what he wants because that man is an open book, specifically, a sparkly pink notebook written in glitter gel pen.
When you go gift shopping with him, you always keep an eye on his face, and if he stares longingly at something with hearts and sparkles in those big brown puppy dog eyes of his, that’s how you know you’ve got your gift.
But now that he wasn’t here this time… damn, you really had to trust your gut, and you’re not sure if you’re a fan of that!
But seriously and honestly, you actually had quite the pleasant time buying gifts with Sukuna.
Perhaps it’s because he lives the luxe life and buying gifts is no big deal to him, but he made it seem so effortless and not that serious, even if it was a huge ass fucking deal to you, but whatever.
And as goofy as he can be with you in private, he maintains a cool and collected exterior in public, most likely due to how he has to act with his job and whatnot.
Honestly, it helped you stay calm and more focused. Like if you just kept it chill and took your time, the right gifts will come to you.
After careful selection and a lot of second-guessing, with Sukuna telling you to stop second-guessing and just fucking pick your gifts already, you think you found the perfect gifts for everyone back at the cabin. Sukuna giving his input helped as well; it seems like gift-giving is a particular gift of his, even outside of Christmas, with all the factors he took into consideration…
But then, there was the matter of buying gifts for each other.
…
Sure, you just met yesterday, and while you should still consider each other as just acquaintances at most, you two already blasted through many stages at this point, and it just wouldn’t feel right not buying something for each other.
And here’s where Sukuna showed that he’s better than you.
While you were busy twiddling your thumbs like Sabrina Carpenter circa 2016 and wondering how to properly ask what he’d like in a natural way, Sukuna actually came up with a simultaneously genius and adorable idea that made your heart race from how… sweet yet simple it sounded.
“So, we both wanna buy gifts for each other, right?” He said point-blank, which got a silent nod from you. “Nice. Well, it’d be boring if we just asked each other what we wanted, bought it, and then left, if you ask me. So… how about we test ourselves?” He said with a playful smirk.
“... Okay… I mean, I’m down, but would you mind explaining the test?” You asked warily. Still, you leaned in with interest, wanting to hear what he could possibly suggest.
He rubbed his hands excitedly. “Alright, so a while back, I was watching this show with the guys on Netflix called The Boyfriend or whatever, yeah? Well, in one of the episodes, these two guys went shopping together, and one of them suggested that the two of them split up and choose a gift for the other that they hoped the other would like. And yeah, I think it’d be fun if we did that~” His eager tone reminded you so much of his younger brother…
“Mmm… so we’re not gonna give hints as to what we want then? Just full-on going on vibes alone, yeah?” You contemplated the idea. “Eh, sounds fun to me. I think the gifts would be more meaningful too, since we have to really think about the person we’re shopping for. Yeah, I’m down.” You said with a smile and a shrug.
He grinned like a little boy, excited to get started. His tough bodyguard act immediately melted at the opportunity to do something fun, like what he just suggested. “Fuck yeah! Yeah, that’s why I liked the idea so much. I really get to challenge myself with what I think I know about you so far, and I like the sound of that.” He turned around quickly, eager to get started. “Alright, I’m not gonna waste them then. See you at the entrance when we’re done!” And just like that, just like The Flash, he was gone.
Damn, he really was eager.
But it really was a cute idea that required you to truly think about Sukuna and what you know about him so far.
And besides, thinking about Sukuna sounded like quite the fun time to you, regardless of the context, so hey, two birds with one stone.
So, with you not wanting to get caught slacking, you picked up your pace and quickly walked around the shopping centre trying to find the perfect gift for your newfound friend and crush.
It obviously came with some agonizing, but surprisingly, not as much as you usually face.
You’re not sure how or why, but you quickly found something that, as soon as you spotted it, felt like pieces falling into place. You knew you found the perfect gift for the tatted man.
So, with a quick thank you to the cashier and a surprising burst of competitiveness from not wanting to be the last to finish shopping, you found yourself speed walking to the entrance of the shopping centre.
But, lo and behold, just like in some mid-tier comedy movie, as soon as you turned around the corner, you crashed into a very strong human tank and almost fell flat on your ass if it weren’t for the hand that quickly wrapped itself around your waist.
“Whoa there!” A familiar and deep voice rumbled and chuckled. “M.C… this is real life, not a K-drama~ Get it together, okay?”
Holding you with one hand and a gift bag in the other, Sukuna is shaking his head at you. “I was gonna say… I was worried you were walking fast because you were panicking and didn’t find anything for me yet, but…” He saw the gift bag in your hand. “Guess I didn’t need to worry. Why were you going so fast, though?”
Your cheeks got hot, and you looked away as you stoodup properly and straightened your clothes. “... I can’t lie, man, I wanted to beat you and get to the entrance first…”
“... Let me ask, you and Yuji do shit like that often?” He asks with a grin.
“Over big things and small things…” You say with no shame.
“I can’t blame you; beating him at anything and everything is always fun.” He says with a brotherly grin, surely having a never-ending list of funny stories from his and his younger bro’s youth.
And with that, you laughed and made sure you had everything you both wanted to buy before heading back to the cabin.
Your dad texted you earlier that the cabin trio was going to handle dinner tonight, so there was no need to pick up food, groceries, or ingredients.
So, with gifts galore and wanting to see everyone again after just one day apart, you and Sukuna finally made the journey back to the cozy and secluded cabin in the wintry woods.
You missed them.
But more importantly… how hard would it be to convince Sukuna to wear an ugly Christmas sweater tonight?
You might have to team up with Yuji on something tonight….
Summary:
You didn't know that your day would go this way, but isn't that an amazing thing?
When something so perfect and euphoric is unexpected, that just makes every good feeling get amplified to the max.
"Aomori with you, while something I never expected or could've even thought of, is an experience I'll never forget.
word count: 25k words
what to expect: your friend's brother is hot... and scary looking, making breaky for the boys, yuji has a request for his big bro..., surprise! you and sukuna are spending the day together!, train rides and onsen trips, and... infatuation and attraction building?
Note: The reader is referred to as "M.C." for Main/Male Character. Y/N is cringe to me. Just imagine that "M.C." is your name, thanks.
After that deep and powerful voice cut through the gingerbread-scented warm air and lively conversation like a sniper’s shot, the room fell into a few seconds of silent staring, save for the distant sound of Nat King Cole’s Christmas album playing on the record player in the living room.
One look.
One millisecond.
One instance.
That was all it took for your breath to be taken away, for your eyes to widen, and for your toes to curl under the warm duvet. That was all it took for your heart to stop cold, come back to life, and then drum harder and faster until you could hear it and hold a hand over it.
With a tilt of your head, there’s nothing else you can do but stare at the unfamiliar yet somehow familiar man standing at the door of your and Yuji’s bedroom.
And as you stare, you quickly realize that you honestly have no idea where to stare, as there is quite honestly a lot to look at and process from this one man.
Dressed handsomely yet casually and leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed, you sense an air of tasteful luxury, a quiet strength, as well as a sense of casual come what may from the stranger.
Looking fresh off the big screen in an unzipped black Canada Goose lodge hoodie that surely cost a month of rent, a maroon sweater from some surely prestigious European brand, and a pair of dark blue Wrangler slim fit jeans, this stranger looks like he’s ready to sweep the main character of this season’s new Hallmark Christmas Movie off his feet and get ready to save their small town’s Christmas festival with the magic of friendship, community, and homemade eggnog.
Though, upon further observation, maybe this stranger would be better suited to the role of the villain trying to ruin everyone’s holiday or, preferably, the misunderstood bad boy of the town that everyone tells you to avoid but has a heart of gold.
You go down that pathway of thought because of this man’s face. Not that he’s egregiously hideous or anything. No, no, he’s the extreme opposite of that. He has to be one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your entire life, and you’re a diehard fanboy of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, so you’re quite the connoisseur when it comes to handsome men.
It’s more so… what’s on his handsome, god-carved face that makes you, obviously, might you add, get bad boy vibes from him.
Adorned on this stranger’s nose, forehead, and from his cheeks down to his masculine jawline are these black markings or tattoos that you can’t say you’ve ever seen before on any other man in Japan. You do not know their significance or if there are any meanings that these tattoos hold, but they certainly give this man an air of dominating power and a presence that shouldn’t be challenged if one values their life.
That being said… It admittedly makes his already handsome and manly face more of a delight to analyze.
And honestly? Despite his imposing musculature, towering height, and facial tattoos, you don’t feel afraid of this man.
Your heart was just beating on overdrive because of how handsome he is, like you were some protag in a romance anime who just met the love interest of the show.
Now, you should be terrified, though; anyone should be. This man marks every box on the list of what makes a man look terrifying and like he’s about to jump you in a dark alley and murder you in cold blood.
But… there’s a reason why you don’t fear him.
There’s a reason why you don’t scramble under the blankets like you're avoiding a monster.
There’s a reason why you don’t hide behind your sick friend like a cowering fool.
It’s a silly reason, but it’s something probably you, and only you, can understand… and something you love to run your hands through.
It’s that pink hair.
Those spiky yet surely soft pink strands.
That rosy shade of pink that, for the past two years, you have come to associate with staying up together until the early morning, sneakily playing video games during lectures, going on impromptu day trips together when the stars align, eating junk food immediately after working out, and quickies or long nights of pleasure and relief in your apartment.
That classic Itadori pink.
That’s where your earlier sense of familiarity came from, despite never having seen this man before. And you’re fairly certain you can surmise who this man is… if context clues didn’t make it obvious enough already.
“My boy!!!!!”
Jin yells out so joyously excitedly that, and from his voice alone, he sounds like he might start bawling. “You’re finally here!!!!” Yeah… those are tears you see forming in his eyes. “Oh, come here, you!!!”
With the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog, the jovial father jumps out of the bed and runs towards the coolly posed man at the doorway with tears of joy running down his face.
Seeing the hysterically happy man running towards him like a speeding vehicle, the man’s eyes widen, and he immediately switches out of his hot bad boy pose to brace for the incoming collision. “W-w-w- Wait wait waIT- HOUGH-!!!” Just like that, he got the breath knocked out of him.
As if he somehow weighed less than a singular atom, the man is picked up like a teddy bear and is spun in circles by the happy father. “Su~ku~na~ Oh, I missed you so so so so MUCH!~♡.”
Seeing a man with that appearance, musculature, and build being flung and spun like a ragdoll by Jin is quite the hilarious sight. He cannot be an easy man to lift, so it’s clear that those muscles under Jin’s ugly Christmas sweater aren’t just for show.
Life lesson #1: If a man has pink hair, he’s more than likely able to lift a plane.
At this point, you’re starting to think you can see swirls appear on the tattooed man’s face where his eyes are supposed to be. With a frantic pat on Jin’s shoulders, the once debonair man is now yelling annoyedly. “Jesus Christ, old man!!!!! I missed you too, but if you don’t put me down, you’re gonna have two sick sons to take care of!”
Having gotten his fix of hugging the life out of his older boy, Jin puts his son down with a smile and a devious laugh. “My bad, Suku-chan~ Cut me some slack, I barely ever get to see you… It’s like you don’t even care about Papa anymore…”
Immediately after hearing the cute “Suku-chan” come out of Jin’s lips, a blush similar to Yuji’s appears on the man’s face, his once cool air gone because of Jin’s embarrassing and affectionate dad antics. “T-tou-san! Stop that!” Another victim of Jin’s over-affectionate nature… “You know how busy I am with my job… Besides, I try to make it up as much as possible with all those gifts I send.” He says, crossing his arms once more. “How could you say I don’t care with all that money I spend on spoiling you, hmph.”
“Oh, Suku-chan, all those gifts couldn’t compare to hugging you and talking to you even for just five minutes in person,” Jin says, with a gentle pinch to the tattooed man’s cheeks. “That being said… I absolutely loved those boxes of Tochigi strawberries you sent me a while back. I finished them far too quickly. Actually… if you sent those again along with boxes of Aomori apples… I’ll forgive you for a week, okay?”
With his cheeks being pinched a bit too hard and Jin being one of the very few men in the entire world he will not refuse or talk back to, the tattooed man agrees quickly. “Of course, I will! And… I’ll try, keyword being try here, to see if I can find more free time next year for Yuji and me to come back home to see you… okay?” He says, trying to free himself from his father’s touchy hands like some little boy. “T-tou-san… enough now, that hurts…!”
“Heh-heh…~ Okay, I’ll hold you to it~ Gosh, you already made my Christmas!” Well, that’s one way to make Jin smile: the promise of more gifts from his son.
Although... the more he touches his oldest son’s skin and analyzes him, the doting father notices something. Hmm… your skin is quite flushed, son. Is it really that cold outside?” Jin says, rubbing his son’s red skin. “You’re also glowing, even... You almost look like you ran a marathon or-”
Quickly realizing what his father’s getting at, the tattooed man’s skin flushes from embarrassment maybe, before he quickly dips his huge body to the ground to escape his father’s grasp. “Oh, it’s cough it’s nothing, Tou-san. Just… haven’t been anywhere this snowy in a while, y’know?” He says as he smooths over his jacket and pants. “In fact, I think I’m gonna rest here for a bit before I go out. The drive took a lot out of me, and I think I should kick my feet up and eat something warm before anything else.” He tries to say nonchalantly.
“Fuck! Did I really jerk my schlong to Toji getting freaky for so long to the point that I have an afterglow?!? Maybe going for five rounds with him was overkill…” He thinks to himself, mentally slamming his head on the wall. “Tou-san… please buy it. I don’t wanna think about what I did while I’m in a room with you all…”
Thankfully, Jin just shrugs.
“Well, as long as you take staying warm seriously, unlike somebody here, that’s all that matters to me. Now, could you please sit with Yuji for me? He could use his big brother right now.” He says, patting the tattooed man on the shoulder and gently taking his jacket off him to hang it elsewhere. “And on the topic of warm food, our day’s starting a bit late because we all wanted to take care of Yuji, but I’m gonna get started on making brunch for everyone now, don’t think any of us have eaten anything yet.”
Upon hearing Jin’s words, the tattooed man looks back at the bed to see his little brother shirtless, and sniffling and coughing with a face mask on, to which he lets out a sigh. “Of course, you just had to get sick before I got here, you brat…” He says to Yuji, which gets a cute whine out of the sick boy. “Not even two minutes here and I already gotta take care of you…” He shakes his head as he lets out another sigh. “Yeah, you can leave him to me, Tou-san. Thanks for cooking.” He says, hugging Jin one more time before walking to Yuji and, as you’re realizing, you as well.
…
Uh…
He’s coming closer and closer and looking huger and huger…
…
Shy boy alert! Shy boy alert! Sound the alarms!
All shy boys, that’s you, are to exit the premises immediately!
You notice Jin walking to the bedside table, about to grab the tray with Yuji’s finished dishes.
Perfect!
Just as he’s about to grab the tray, you nimbly hop off the bed to grab it before him and stand next to him, away from this new stranger.
“Ah, M.C.?” He says surprised by your quick action.
You look to your side and notice Yuji and his older brother are staring at you as well, and for the first time in your life, you have three pink-haired men looking at you.
Well, this is definitely an original experience. A very pink original experience, at that.
Putting a hand on Jin’s shoulders, you speak to him with kind eyes. “Please let me help, Jin-san. You’ve been working hard for us ever since you woke up, so let me do most of the cooking this time, okay? This is your vacation, just as much as it is ours.”
You mean what you say wholeheartedly. Jin has been working hard the entire trip to make sure everyone’s well-fed and relaxed while also trying to enjoy his own vacation at the same time, so you think it’s only fair to help him in the kitchen and to lessen his workload.
Oh… ahem, what you meant to say was you really don’t want to awkwardly hover around, say nothing, and third wheel while Yuji and his… hot, handsome, stunning, alluring, okay, we fucking get it, and tattooed brother talk.
With your shy ass, who tends to be a disaster around strangers, you know you’d just awkwardly fiddle with your fingers and make the vibe weird if you stuck around.
Sure, you’re not afraid of him, but for now, he’s still a stranger, and you’re not good with most strangers. You’re just so quirky like that.
Besides, the two brothers could use some privacy.
Jin warmly puts his hand over the one you put on his shoulder. “Oh, M.C… you’re such a sweet boy.” He says with gratitude. “Don’t worry about me too much, though. After all, finally being able to take care of and cook for my boys after so long is part of my vacation. It’s like a gift that makes this papa very, very happy~ That being said, I’d love your help, so thank you.” With that, he walks to the doorway and looks behind his shoulder at his boys one more time. “Sukuna, I’ll call you over when the food’s ready, okay? Yuji, if you need to, go back to sleep.”
The pink-haired brothers on the bed both let out an obedient “Yes~” before Jin leaves the room to go to the kitchen.
With it just being you three in the room, you can already feel awkwardness (let it be noted that you’re the only one feeling it; the two brothers are feeling just fine) crawling all over your body. That being said, no awkwardness is powerful enough to make you just walk away from your sick friend.
So with a deep breath, you walk to your sick friend and wrap an arm around his shoulders to hug him, trying to ignore the tattooed man’s gaze that you know is on you. “Get some more rest if you need, okay? A-and if you need anything, text any of us immediately.”
He leans into your hug and snickers as you ruffle his hair before separating from him. “Yessir~ I know you’ll come running if I start crying.” He says jokingly before playfully waving you off. “Now, leave me, peasant. Go to the kitchen… where you belong~.” His stupid joke and voice make both of you laugh.
After two more seconds of you laughing at Yuji’s dumbass joke, you then purposefully look elsewhere as you bow respectfully at the older man sitting at Yuji’s side before walking out of the room.
But before you’re out of the room, you can hear Yuji’s brother crack his knuckles as he ominously chuckles.
“Now, I didn’t forget what you said when I got here, brat.” His voice is full of menacing depth. “When you told ‘em they don’t know what you deal with while living with me, what’d you mean by that?” His voice, sharper than a knife. “Someone needs to learn how to be more grateful to his onii-chan, I think.”
You can hear Yuji gulp nervously. He thought he was safe and that his brother forgot what he said earlier, but… clearly that wasn’t the case.“Uh… M-M.C? H-help-”
You gently close the door… good luck, soldier.
Not much you can do with those brotherly affairs.
Now, what’s Jin planning on making for everyone?
Forty-five minutes later
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I love the winter weather
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'Cause I got my love to keep me warm
The kitchen is warm and lively with the sound of you and Jin humming to the song that plays on the record you put on, the sweet and fresh scents of baking oats and a fresh salad, and the grey daylight that pierces through the kitchen windows.
True to your word, you took the liberty of doing most of the “tougher” work so that Jin didn’t have to, such as chopping ingredients, doing measurements, and putting the ramekins with oats into the oven while he made the homemade dressings, sauces, and smoothies.
Jin was going to insist on doing more initially, but after seeing how adamant you were on helping and how into the cooking you got, he just smiled, shrugged, and went with your whims.
After a few minutes, your phone’s timer goes off, and you put on a pair of oven mitts to slowly pull out the tray with five ramekins of delicious-smelling baked oats from the oven.
As soon as you place the hot tray of ramekins on a cloth on top of the kitchen counter, Jin brings his face closer to the freshly baked oats, and he immediately swoons from the sweet and decadent scent alone. “Ohhhhh~ my goodness, M.C.! These smell absolutely divine!” The older pinkhead’s mouth salivates, and his stomach growls from the need to have the sweet, deliciousness inside it ASAP. “I know my mouth would actually burn and melt if I ate one of these right now, but I feel like the pain and damage might be worth it from the scent alone…” He says with the eyes of a predator about to pounce on his prey.
Fearing that the older man actually means what he’s saying, you gently grab the back of his ugly Christmas sweater to pull him away from the hot food. “Jin-san! I appreciate the compliment, but I’d like it if we kept the number of out-of-commission Itadoris to just one, please.”
The grown, keyword grown, man whines as he’s pulled away from the delicious sweet scent. Well, now you know where Yuji gets it from.
“Aww…. alright…” He says, sounding like a puppy being denied treats before perking back up and going back to drizzling homemade Caesar dressing over the big bowl of salad. God, it’s like you’re dealing with Yuji as an older man. “Really, though, M.C., these smell amazing. Promise me, you’ll make these next time you and Yuji visit me in Sendai, okay?” He says, looking at you pleadingly.
“Heh, it’s a promise, Jin-san.” How could you say no to that?
“Perfect!” He says, finishing his part in assembling brunch for everyone. “Hah… on that topic, I think you’ve been to my place more times than my older son has these past few months… Huu-huu…” He says pitifully. If this were an anime, his hair would fall flat as a sad dog’s ears would.
You take three ramekins and put them on the dining table for you, Jin, and Jin’s older son, while preparing two trays and putting one ramekin and a bowl of salad on them for the men who won’t be joining brunch at the table. Yuji is, as you know, bedridden and sick, and your father is… pretty much hibernating for who knows how long. He’s had his fun; now he’s resting his butt off.
All of this is to say, only three men will be at the table for brunch today.
You pour the freshly made banana, chocolate, and peanut butter smoothie mixture into three cups as you begin to speak to the sulking man. “Sorry if I’m overstepping, Jin-san, but what exactly does… um, Sukuna-san do that makes him barely ever come home?” The tattooed stranger’s name is unfamiliar on your tongue.
Jin sighs as he brings the big bowl of salad to the table. “Oh, my big boy’s the head bodyguard for Nanami Kento, the CEO of Fujitsu.” He doesn’t notice the way you almost drop the blender full of smoothie onto the kitchen table. “As you can imagine, he’s busy flying and driving who knows where, standing by his boss at events and conferences, and who knows… m-maybe even getting into fights to protect his boss from evil people…! Oh, I can’t bear the thought of my precious sweet baby getting hurt!” He says distraughtly.
“... He’s worried about that behemoth of a man getting hurt? What could possibly hurt him? A fucking meteor, maybe. I mean, were we not looking at the same man earlier?” You speak to yourself in disbelief. “But more importantly…”
“He’s… the bodyguard for a CEO?” You say, putting anything in your hands on the table so you don’t accidentally drop it from shock. “Well… yeah, I guess with an important-sounding job like that, it makes sense why he’s rarely ever able to visit you. Hah, I didn’t expect someone like Yuji to have such a cool-sounding older brother like him.”
Jin sighs with a soft smile, taking the cups you filled with smoothie to the dining table. “Oh, cool doesn’t even do him justice! He really is the best, including Yuji, of course!” He says with a snicker, placing the last of the cups down. “As much as I worry about and miss him… I’m truly one of the proudest papas out there. And hey, he’s frequently sending his daddy super expensive gifts that I can always brag about to the other dads, so I suppose I can’t complain too much, hehehe~.”
Seeing Jin in a jolly mood makes you smile; he deserves this happiness.
“Hehe, I’m happy for you, Jin-san.” You begin to put several fruit sauces for the baked oats that Jin made into little glass bottles for easy pouring. “I think this is the last of what needs to be done, Jin-san. Would you mind getting Sukuna-san now-”
“No need. I’m here.”
A familiarly deep and luscious voice once again catches you off guard, and you turn around to see the tattooed man coming into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms. “Damn, it smells good in here.” He breathes in the air with one big inhale before exhaling with a satisfied sigh.
“Sukuna~” Jin says with delight, happy to see his oldest boy in the flesh once more. “I said I was gonna get you when the food was done, but I’m guessing Yuji fell asleep.” He hugs his son once more.
“Eh, yeah, that’s about right. We talked for a bit, and I got him a new shirt to wear before he ended up falling asleep on my shoulder, the little brat, heh.” He snickers and shrugs as he ruffles his father’s hair affectionately. “I was just watching some YouTube and texting the big boss man my whereabouts before I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen.”
Jin pouts as he separates from his son and crosses his arms. “Hmph, why’re you texting your boss? You’re supposed to be on vacation…” Uh oh, someone’s jealous….
The tattooed man rolls his eyes and pokes his father in the forehead and hugging his sulking dad from behind with an amused smirk. “Tou-san~ Kento’s my boss, but he’s also one of my best friends, remember? I was texting him as a friend and showing him photos of the view outside the window, not asking for next month’s schedule. Besides, don’t be too jealous, plenty of the gifts I send are his ideas~.”
Jin’s pout goes away as fast as it came, with a warm smile appearing on his face. “I know, I know. I do hope you remember to always tell him thanks on my behalf.” He puts the bottles of fruit sauce in the center of the dining table before grabbing the two trays you prepared earlier. “Now, I’m gonna go leave these trays for our two sleepyheads to wake up to. I’ll be quick!” With that, he walks down the hall where the bedrooms are, leaving you and this tattooed stranger all alone.
…
Now, if this were some dark alley in Tokyo, you’d be fearing for your life.
But knowing who this man is now, and with the joyous and colourful Christmas decor all around, Laufey’s Christmas album playing softly on the record machine, and the delicious aroma of a home-cooked meal making your stomachs rumble, you feel a little shy under this stranger’s presence as you look down, finding your toes very interesting all of a sudden.
But with a clearing of his throat to get your attention, the tattooed man approaches you nonchalantly yet kindly with his hands in his pockets. “Hey… we haven’t gotten to introduce ourselves yet with my family being… well, my family.” He says, with an exasperated laugh. “But, better late than never, yeah?”
He holds out a hand for you to shake, hm, that’s not something most Japanese people do. “Sukuna. Ryoumen Sukuna. Nice to meet you…?” He says, obviously prompting you to introduce yourself.
Fuck, he’s talking to you. Okay… don’t fuck it up.
… Huh, Ryoumen? Not Itadori? Fuck, whatever, don’t make him awkwardly keep holding his hand up!
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you… Sukuna-san.” You grab his hand and once again bow in respect to the older man. “I’m M.C., and I’m Yuji’s best friend that he invited on this trip.” You try to say with a hopefully calm voice. Talking to a handsome man like him isn’t a common occurrence for you, so hopefully you’re doing well at seeming… normal.
Having learned that he’s a bodyguard for a very successful and important person earlier, you’d expect his hands to be rough and tough. However, as you and he shake hands, you note that as his larger hand engulfs yours that while he has some callouses as most men do, his skin does have some softness to it.
Sukuna smiles handsomely as he frees your hand from his grip. “Ah… right, Yuji did mention that our father wanted him to bring his best friend on this trip. Nice name, by the way.” He puts his hand back in his pocket. “Anywho, I’m glad you’re here, and I hope you’ve been enjoying your trip so far. Tch, that being said, I do hope you feel like your trip hasn’t been ruined with…” He nods his head to the hall where the bedrooms are as he leans on the kitchen counter. “That brat brother of mine getting sick like that.”
That gets a shy laugh out of you. “Heh, well… I had a feeling one of us was going to end up getting sick either way. I just happened to be the lucky one.” Not wanting to let the baked oats get cold, you gesture for Sukuna to the dining table. “Well, sick boys aside, let’s eat? It’s best to enjoy baked oats when they’re warm and fresh.”
Sukuna grins charmingly at the mention of the food. Does he even know how show-stopping that grin of his is? “Whew, you don’t need to tell me twice. Ever since I smelled the food from the hallway earlier, my stomach has been rumbling like crazy.” Like a gentleman who just does these things naturally, he pulls out a seat for you before sitting in the chair opposite yours. That was… very sweet of him, even if he did it without a second thought instead of intentionally trying to be a gentleman.
As he gets himself comfortable, his eyes widen as he remembers something. “Ah, sorry if you got weirded out by the handshake, by the way.” He says, rubbing his head awkwardly. “It’s just that with the job I have and all the travelling I do because of it, that kinda just became how I greet people over time, heh. Doesn’t help when some of the guys I live with are the same way.”
You untie your messy apron before folding it and leaving it on the kitchen counter. “Oh, please don’t worry about that, Sukuna-san, I didn’t mind at all.” You say as you move to sit on the chair he took out for you. “Thanks for pulling the chair out for me, by the way.”
“Eh, don’t mention it.” He says with a dismissive wave. “And… you don’t need to do that honorific nonsense with me, M.C.” He speaks with a nice and casual tone that belies his bold, tattooed appearance. “Just ‘Sukuna’ is cool with me. Honestly, hearing ‘Sukuna-san’ makes me feel like I’m the same age as my father and… I don’t think I want to feel that way.” He says with a comedic shiver.
“Pfft… Alright, sounds good to me, Sukuna.” You say, laughing as you hold up a hand to cover your mouth.
He looks at you kindly with a humorous smile before gesturing to the food. “Well, enough of that. Now, Chef M.C., mind telling me what’s on today’s brunch menu? It smells amazing, and I’m dying to dig in.”
You snicker at his antics. It’s funny, you’re no good with strangers, and you’re probably supposed to be even worse with strangers with facial tattoos all over.
Yet, you already feel comfortable around this man. He definitely does have a bit of a gap moe; he’s huge, muscular, and inked, yet he’s been fairly kind, gentlemanly, and playful with you for the first few minutes you two have been talking to each other. It also for sure helps that his brother and father are some of the sweetest and lovable men on the entire planet.
All of this is to say, you find your shy self being able to talk pretty easily to this man, which isn’t something you’re used to.
“Well, first off, for drinks we have freshly made chocolate, peanut butter, and banana smoothies. Jin-san said it’s your and Yuji’s favourite.” Which gets an approving nod from Sukuna. “Next, we have a chicken Caesar salad with a homemade dressing that Jin-san made from scratch.” Finally, you point to the still-warm ramekins that Sukuna can’t stop looking at. “And last, and definitely not least, we have fresh-out-of-the-oven blueberry cheesecake baked oats as the main dish. It’s a special and super simple recipe that I found after I got sick of eating instant meals every day like a stereotypical university student.” You say as you bashfully scratch your cheek. “I’m no expert chef, by the way. I’m only really good with simple things like this, so don’t misunderstand, hehe…”
“Oh my god, dude… Even if it is simple, I can just tell from the smell alone that this is gonna be some good stuff…” He grabs a fork before looking at you expectantly. “I think I’m done waiting. Let’s eat?” Hah, he has that same look that Yuji has in his eyes when he has something delicious and waiting to be devoured in front of him.
But before you can say yes, you can hear footsteps and reindeer slippers on the carpet behind you.
“Sorry for keeping you two waiting!” Ah, there’s Jin-san. “Trying to silently place trays full of food next to not wake two sleeping men is more time-consuming and difficult than you might think…” He says tiredly as he takes the seat next to his son. “... Please tell me you didn’t take too long for me?”
“Eh, nah. We talked for a bit and just sat down a bit before you showed, Tou-san.” Sukuna says with a shrug.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry, Jin-san. You’re actually just on time.” You say with a thumbs-up.
Both of your words make the hard-working dad slump in his seat in relief before his rumbling stomach makes him sit back up. “Oh, thank goodness. I would hate it if the food got cold before I came back…”
With that, he looks at Sukuna warily. “Sukuna… were you nice to M.C. while I was away? I hope you didn’t scare him with your… Sukuna-ness…”
You try not to laugh as Sukuna crosses his arms and huffs annoyedly at Jin’s words. “Hmph! I’ll have you know I was treating our guest very well. C’mon, who do you take me for?” He says with a pout.
“He’s telling the truth, Jin-san, heh. He’s actually really easy to talk to.” You say wholeheartedly to Jin, which gets a smile from the no longer pouting Sukuna.
Having been joking since the start, Jin smiles after hearing that his oldest son and his baby boy’s best friend were already getting along. “Well, that’s nice to hear.” He says before grabbing a fork as well. “Now, as fun as talking is, I’m hungry, you two are hungry, so let’s just eat already, yeah?”
You and Sukuna don’t even say anything; you just nod at Jin’s words.
“Alright then, let’s dig in, boys!”
And so, with Christmas jazz softly, the impatient clank of forks digging into ramekins, and satisfied noises of delight, brunch at the Itadori vacation cabin has finally begun.
Comfortably so, you sort of feel like you’re in one of those cozy little dinner scenes from those iconic American Christmas movies.
The past few minutes have consisted of big bites and delighted hums, you listening to Sukuna and Jin catch each other up on their lives with Jin shaking his head disapprovingly at how loaded his son’s schedule has been, and you regretting not making second servings after seeing how fast both of these pink-heads went into their baked oats.
It’s very lively and comfortable, though you do think it would be nicer if the two missing sleepyheads were at the table as well. You can’t complain too much, though; Jin and Sukuna are comfortable to be around and bring enough life and buzz.
Finishing his last bite of the baked dish, Sukuna puts his fork down with a satisfied sigh and pats his stomach. “M.C… if I ask you to cook for me again some day… would you?” He says with a genuine tone.
“I have to share my boy’s request, M.C. Those baked oats were divine!” Jin says, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder. “The sweet and slightly tangy cream cheese filling, along with the fluffiness of the oats and the sweetness of the blueberries and fruit sauces was to die for!” He says dreamily. “I’ll have to ask you to teach me how to make those during this trip.”
The praise from these two well-fed men makes you flush bashfully. If there’s anyone who knows how to tell the truth and sing their praises, it’s a man with a happy and full stomach.
“Hehe… well, I can’t exactly say no to such a heartfelt request now, can I?” You say shyly, looking away to your side. “And of course, Jin-san. I’d be happy to show you how to make them. Honestly, though, I got the recipe off YouTube and liked it because of how simple and easy it was.”
Jin just smiles at your words. “Well, I’d be happy to learn from you regardless. Think of it as a gift to me, haha~.”
“Pfft, alright then. Deal.” You say exasperatedly, but with no bite, getting a fist bump to the ceiling from Jin. He’s really no old man, despite how much he likes to say so.
Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes at his father’s antics. “Really, Tou-san? More gifts for you? Hmph, you’re starting to make me feel like this cabin I rented for you all wasn’t enough…”
…
Wait what?
Jin just laughs and ruffles his son’s hair as he hugs his head to his chest. “Oh, come on now, boy, don’t say that… You know Yuji and I are so very happy and grateful that you managed to bring us to such an amazing place for our winter vacation. This is like a winter wonderland just for us, and I love it!”
Sukuna rolls his eyes once more, but doesn’t push his father away. “Alright… if you say so.”
“Sorry…” You say quietly to the two men, getting their attention. “Sukuna, you’re the one who rented this cabin? In that case, I want to thank you for being okay with my father and me being here. I can’t even imagine how much this must have cost you…” You say genuinely.
“Hm? Oh, it’s no problem, M.C. The more the merrier. Besides, Tou-san and Yuji sounded like they really wanted you to come when they brought it up, so who was I to say no, especially when this place has enough room to accommodate you two.” He says kindly. “And don’t worry about money. To be honest, I didn’t need to spend anything at all for this place since this is just one of my boss's vacation homes, and he offered to let us stay here for free.” He says with a shrug as Jin sits back down.
…
Oh. Well. Fair enough.
“Oh, wow…” You say, dazed. “Your boss has multiple vacation homes? Damn, Jin-san did tell me you work for a CEO, but wow, that really hits the nail for me.”
Sukuna shakes his head as he laughs.“Yeah, Kento’s a bit of a money-printing machine who has more cash than anyone, past, present, and future, would know what to do with. But if there’s one thing I can say about him, it’s that he loves to give, give, and give without asking for anything in return… not that ever needs anything in return.” He says truthfully. “But yeah, he’s a good guy and a good friend to me.”
“Well, make sure to tell him that we all appreciate his generosity, okay?” Jin says, sitting very relaxed in his chair.
“Yes, please do.” You echo Jin’s sentiments with a nod.
“Yeah, yeah. No problem, I’ll text Kento real quick.” Sukuna says, pulling his phone from his pocket. “I swear to God, he better not be doing any work or I’ll go back to Tokyo to beat his-”
As Sukuna grumbles to himself as he writes a message to his boss, Jin lets out a big yawn as he sits and rubs his stomach.
“Sleepy, Jin-san?” You say, laughing at how similar he looks to Yuji whenever he yawns.
“Ohhhh yeah, haha. Brunch was good, but I feel like it’s naptime for Papa now…” Jin says as he stands up and grabs everyone's dishes to put into the dishwasher. “I’ll handle the dishes, okay? Let me do this much since you did most of the cooking.” He gets to work fast, so you can’t even deny him and offer to do it instead. Sneaky, sneaky…
“Oh, okay, Jin-san… Thank you.”
Sukuna puts his phone on the table after getting a fast reply from his boss. “Kento says it’s no problem and that he’s happy to let us stay for however long we like~.” He then looks at his father putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “And Tou-san, you should’ve let me do that if you’re feeling sleepy…”
Having already put everything away, Jin walks back to Sukuna and hugs him from behind and rests his chin on the top of his son’s head. “Too late~ Besides, what I want you to worry about now, mister, is how you're gonna spend your first day here in Aomori.”
Looking comical with his father draped over him like a koala, Sukuna makes a face as if he remembered something. “Ah, now that you mention it. I actually wanted to ask M.C. about what he has planned today and if he’d be interested in spending the day somewhere with me after we ate.” He looks to you. “That cool with you?”
Hm?
He wanted to talk to you about plans?
Huh, you figured he might’ve just wanted to go out on his own since you two just met, but maybe not?
“Oh, yeah, sure, I don’t see why not.” You agree pretty easily, just going with the flow since your initial plans were shattered with Yuji getting sick.
“Ah, that sounds perfect!” Jin says happily. “ Yeah, you two might as well find something to do together today since M.C.’s plans with Yuji had a wrench thrown in them.” He unwraps his arms from Sukuna and stretches with another yawn escaping his mouth. “Well, at least I don’t have to worry about you boys getting bored or anything.”
“Tou-san… go take a nap already. M.C. said you’ve been in caretaker mode ever since you woke up…”
“Hah… yeah, yeah. I’ll do just that…” Jin-san says as he kisses both of your heads. “You two don’t need to worry about Yuji, by the way. I’ll just sleep next to him and take care of him when he wakes up. Maybe he and I can watch movies and play games with M.C.’s dad, too! Oh, I’m so excited to spend the day with my boy.~” He says, as he walks to the hall with the bedrooms. “Have fun, you two~.” He calls out before disappearing.
“Sleep well, Jin-san!”
“Don’t wake each other up with your snoring, Tou-san~.”
You two both say very different things to the man, and you both find yourself laughing at that.
“You’re so real for that, Sukuna. It took me… quite a while to get used to Yuji’s snoring with how much he sleeps over at my place, heh.” You saw with a shake of your head.
“Well… I can’t make fun of ‘em too much. I’ve heard from the guys I live with that I can be quite the truck engine myself, hah!” He says, happy to laugh at himself.
You both find yourself snickering before you clear your throat to talk about plans for today. “So… you wanted to talk about doing something together today?” You start.” I can’t lie, I’m surprised you thought of doing something with me. I thought you would’ve preferred going somewhere on your own since we are… well, I wouldn’t say we’re strangers at this point, but we did just meet today…” You ramble for a bit before catching yourself. “Not that I’m opposed to spending the day with you or anything! I’m just surprised, as I’ve already said before… haha.” You finish awkwardly.
He shrugs casually to himself as he looks at you. “Eh, don’t think too hard about it. You seem like a pretty cool guy, all things considered. A little shy and awkward, but that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He says with a bit of a teasing tone. “Though if you want me to be honest, on the drive here I actually was planning on just going to some pub or ramen joint and filling my stomach with alcohol and food before passing out on the spot after saying hi to everyone, but… that was before I met you and had a certain someone ask me for a lil’ favour.”
“... A favour?”
“Heh, yeah, and I must say it was a very cute one.”
30 minutes ago
After giving Yuji a wedgie, a noogie, and a wet willy as punishment for talking smack about him when he thought his older bro wasn’t around, Sukuna is now sitting comfortably against the headboard of the bed with Yuji’s sick little head resting on his beefy shoulder as he texts his boss.
“cough cough Bullying your sick little brother isn’t gonna cure him any faster, you know…” Yuji says with a pout under his mask.
“Eh, get over it. Some people have real problems.” He says dismissively, though he does rub Yuji’s thighs gently with one hand as he talks.
“Hmph…” He huffs but doesn’t provoke his brother any further. To his displeasure, he’s a bit too sick to fight back. Instead, he puts on a softer voice for his brother, remembering something important. “Uh, nii-chan?”
“No,” Sukuna says, blankly and strongly, not even looking at his brother as he speaks.
“H-hey!” Yuji huffs and whines at being shot down immediately. “You’re just like M.C…”
Hearing that name gets Sukuna’s attention, and he puts his phone down. “Hmm, M.C… that was the guy next to you’s name, right? I think that’s what Tou-san called him.”
“Yeah! He’s the best friend I’ve been telling you about all this time.” Yuji says proudly. “He’s the one Otou-san and I said we should bring along.”
Sukuna nods along. “So… how the hell did a loudmouth, yappy, popular boy like you become friends with him? No offence, he looks strong, but he also looks like he’d piss his pants if I or any of the guys tried talking to him.”
Yuji looks at his brother blankly at that. “Nii-chan, anyone would piss their pants if they saw you and your scary ass face coming up to them.” Sukuna has to agree there. “And yeah… if he saw Satoru or Suguru, he’s more than piss his pants. He’s obsessed with them like you wouldn’t believe…”
“Oh. God forbid he ever meets those two idiots. Those self-obsessed airbags with perfect eyelashes don’t need more air filling them up…” Sukuna says with a shiver.
“Yeah…” Yuji agrees with that. “But hey, M.C. is a strong guy, he’s just… maybe a bit too shy with most people. We get along like soulmates, though!” He says fondly. “But anyway, what I was going to ask you before you rudely said no without even giving me a chance has to do with him.”
Sukuna tilts his head at his brother’s words. “Huh? What could you possibly ask for that involves the two of us?” He’s not outright denying his brother this time, but he’s still skeptical.
“The thing is… he and I actually had plenty of things planned for today. And, we spent the last two days talking nonstop about what we were going today, only for me to…” Yuji stops talking to gesture to his sick body. “End up like this. I obviously can’t go, and M.C. told me he doesn’t mind staying with me, but-”
“So you want me to take your place and go out with M.C. in your stead?” Sukuna says, quickly getting where Yuji’s going with this.
“...” Yuji says nothing at first, only moving his hand to grab his brother’s. “Please? Nii-chan, you have no idea how bad I feel for raining on M.C.’s parade. The thing is, I know he’s perfectly fine with staying here with me, and I appreciate him so much for that, but…” The guilt and desperation in Yuji’s voice are painfully apparent, and Sukuna finds himself squeezing his little brother’s hand to comfort him. “I want him to go out and have fun, nii-chan. He was so excited for today, and I just… can’t handle the thought of him skipping it all because of me…”
“Yuji…”
“Please. Nii-chan? He won’t go out by himself, but… if you offer to go with him in my place, he could still have fun today…” Yuji’s pouring his heart out, obviously taking your happiness seriously.
…
Well, damn.
Sukuna’s stumped.
He doesn’t really know what to say or what to do.
Asking someone who’s basically a stranger to him to go out somewhere is nothing new to a flirt like him, but this is obviously different.
With what little he knows about you, he has high suspicions that you’re gonna say no and give some flimsy excuse as to why you can’t spend the day with him, which, fair enough. He’s very aware of his outward appearance.
Also, he doesn’t even know if both of you will get along or if he’ll even manage to have a conversation with a shy thing like you.
You’re cute, sure, but you’re also his little brother’s best friend, so he has to take this seriously.
…
That being said…
Despite Sukuna’s uncertainty and wariness, he already knew what he was gonna tell his brother.
Sure, he may be tough on Yuji sometimes. Sure, he may get a little bit too rowdy with him. And sure, the brat might get on his nerves a bit too much.
But, before many things, Yuji’s happiness means the absolute world to Sukuna.
He’d rain hell on anyone who dares make his little brother cry, and likewise, he’s happy to at least try treating someone like his Yuji’s best friend well if it’ll make him smile.
And so, with a sigh of relent, Sukuna squeezes his brother’s hand again and speaks, “If he says no, I won’t push him, alright? But for you, I’ll ask him at least. Sound good to you?”
With happy eyes, Yuji hugs his brother’s arm with gratitude. “You trying is all I ask for. Thank you, nii-chan…”
Sukuna rolls his eyes annoyedly, but the smile on his face belies him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He says, stroking Yuji’s hair with a hand. “With that out of the way, I can tell you’re about to pass out. Go to sleep, okay? I’ll do my best to try getting your friend out of the cabin.”
“... Mhm… okay… Thank you again.”
“And well, there you have it.” Sukuna finishes recounting his little story with a shrug.
“I... see.” You say quietly, touched by Yuji’s heartfelt intentions. “Thanks for telling me that, Sukuna. I didn’t think this was that big of a deal for him.” Now your heart aches, wishing so desperately that Yuji didn’t have to be sick and you two could just have fun together as planned.
But facts are facts, and Yuji is sick whether you all like it or not.
“Well, now you know, and the choice is up to you,” Sukuna says, slumping into his chair. “But please, don’t feel pressured into going along with his wishes. I know that we both want him to be happy, but it’s your vacation just as much as it is ours. If… spending the day with a stranger like me is a bit too uncomfortable for you, I get it, no hard feelings.” He says wholeheartedly with a kind look on his tattooed face.
“That being said… spending the day with a cute guy like him doesn’t sound half bad to me…” Sukuna says in his head. “Maybe I’ll have something to brag about to Toji after all…”
His emphasis on your choice mattering makes your heart feel fuzzy from his consideration of your feelings.
…
Well.
It seems like he was already suspecting that you might say no to him.
You are the CEO of Shy Boys Inc. after all.
But… do you really have a reason to say no to him?
So far, going off from your limited amount of interactions with him, you both have been getting along and have been talking pretty comfortably with each other, which isn’t common for you.
Furthermore, his being Yuji’s brother already makes you feel safe and comfortable around him.
…
You remember something you told yourself before the trip even started, back in your apartment in your horribly sleep-deprived haze.
“You don’t know what to expect, but you find excitement and wonder in that.”
Just because something is unplanned or unexpected, that’s not a bad thing. In fact, perhaps that element of surprise will make it even more enjoyable and memorable.
Take this trip, for example.
Before this, you never even thought of setting foot in Aomori, but because of Yuji’s invitation, you ended up stepping into a beautiful land full of experiences, memories, and sights that you never thought of and will cherish even more because of that and even more experiences, memories, and sights that you have yet to enjoy.
Without any expectations or daydreaming, everything here is new and unexpected, which just makes everything feel more exhilarating and memorable.
And this may be no different.
Sure, he’s a stranger, but maybe you can become more than that.
And while you wanted and were excited to spend your day with another pink-head, maybe spending your time with this new guy will take you down a path that you never saw and might really enjoy.
And besides… you’re not blind.
Sukuna is so fucking hot.
It’s the classic best friend’s brother scenario.
You’re a shy bitch, yes. But you know you can trust this guy because of who he’s related to and what his job is.
You’re safe around him, and you’re certain he can keep you safe as well.
But his obvious hotness, sexiness, and scrumptious deliciousness aside, you’ve enjoyed talking with him so far, so maybe you two can become even closer by spending the day together.
You didn’t see this coming, but maybe there’s excitement in that.
…
Well, there’s your answer.
“Sukuna.” You start, getting an attentive smile from him.
“Yeah?”
“I’d be happy to explore Aomori with you.” You say with an excited smile. You didn’t say much, but what else is there to say?
It seems like Sukuna really wasn’t expecting you to say yes to spending the day with him if his few seconds of silence and dropped jaw were anything to go off.
“U-uh. Oh… oh! R-really?” He says, getting up from his relaxed slouch. “You’re down to spend the day with me? … I mean, if you’re okay with it, sure, I’m so down to hang with you, but I just want you to really be sure and to know that you don’t have to feel pressured into saying yes-”
“FUCK YEAH! Damn, I didn’t think he’d say yes. But hey, now I get to spend the day with a cute like him? Fuck, this might be a really good trip after all.” Sukuna says, celebrating in his head while he has nonsense coming out of his mouth. “Toji’s gonna be sooooo fucking jealous, hahaaaaaa!”
“But yeah, as long as you’re comfortable with the idea and can still look forward to today, then that’s awesome!” Sukuna finishes, as if he didn’t just throw a word salad at you.
You blink for a bit, damn, is that what you sound like when you ramble? Wow.
“I- Uh, yeah, don’t worry about it, Sukuna. I’m actually feeling excited about today again now that I know I can look forward to everything that was planned.” You say genuinely. “And, you don’t have to worry about me feeling uncomfortable around you or anything. So far, you’ve honestly been really nice to me and have been fun to talk to, so I have no reason to say no. If you’re cool with spending the day with me, then let’s go for it.”
…
Badum badum
As corny and clichè as it may seem, your words made Sukuna’s heart beat a little faster, to his surprise.
Now, he’s not new to taking guys out. It’s something he loves to do when he’s off work.
But this is obviously different.
He’s used to wining and dining cute guys from wherever with the intent of bringing them to pricy hotel rooms and banging them all night and filling them with endless loads.
He’s used to guys candidly wanting to spend a day or night with him for some good dick and a seat at the VIP table at the club with lots to drink.
And don’t get him wrong, he lives for that shit and fucking loves it.
He lives for a fun wine and dine and a good one-night stand. It’s what works best for a successful, busy, and constantly horny young man in his prime, such as himself.
But again, this… is so different.
This is far from his usual realm of nightclubs, expensive restaurants, and hotels as high as the sky that he loves to treat his latest conquests to.
This is the countryside where there are more forests than roads. More greenery than buildings. More leaves and branches than bright lights.
Furthermore, you aren’t some hot guy he picked up at the club. You aren’t some cute guy who’s DMs he slid into like he loves to do. You aren’t some faceless profile that messaged him on a gay hookup app.
You’re his brother’s best friend, whom he just met today, who’s actually pretty cute and easy to talk to, who also knows how to make some bomb baked oats.
And now the two of you are gonna be spending the day exploring Aomori because his brother was too sick to do so?
It‘s…very family-friendly and wholesome compared to what he’s used to in Tokyo.
This also isn’t a date… as far as he’s aware.
It’s just two guys who ended up getting roped into hanging out today because of unforeseen circumstances, simple as that.
But honestly… It’s not like that’s a bad thing.
Sure, he loves getting blacked out at clubs on a day off with hot guys on his lap, he loves sex-filled nights with handsome strangers, and he loves having several guys texting him asking if he’s busy today.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t have a good time today still.
Besides, you’re cute, you seem nice, and you’re down for a good time, so you know what? Fuck yeah!
And so, Sukuna rises from his chair with a satisfied yet excited smirk from your answer. “Well, there we have it.” He picks up his phone to check the time. “You won’t regret hanging out with me, M.C. People always tell me I’m a good time~.” He says with a handsome wink. “So let’s have fun today, yeah?”
You smile, feeling good with your decision. “Yeah, let’s.” With that out of the way, you have something to ask him. “By the way, did Yuji tell you what we had planned for today?”
He shook his head in response. “Eh, no, he didn’t. Brat got a bit too sleepy before he could.” Sukuna said, sitting on the hardwood dining table.
“Well… actually,” You hold your phone out. “Last night, before I went to bed, I made an itinerary for today since I was so excited and wanted things to go perfectly. If you’d like we can look through it right now?”
Sukuna looks at you and hums satisfiedly. “A man who knows how to be prepared and organized, hm? Man, Kento would like you.” He slides into the dining chair next to you, scoots closer, and places his arm on the back of your chair to get a closer look at your phone. “Show me what you got, M.C.” He said with a calm smile but with expectant eyes. “I hope you know how to have a good time…”
… Damn.
With him sitting next to you, his scent envelops you, and strong, bold, and sensual notes of sandalwood and patchouli make their mark on your skin, and you pray that he doesn’t notice your brief little pause from his unexpected proximity.
God, you’re no small guy by any means, but this guy’s a goddamn unit!
C’mon, pick yourself back up! “... Right, yeah, of course I know how to have fun! … By my standards, at least.” You say as you lean closer to him as well, just so you could look at your phone together and not because you want to be wrapped up in his scent and maybe bump against those gloriously glorious and robustly robust forearms and biceps of his. “Hopefully, what I have planned is up your alley as well…”
Sukuna takes a minute or two to look at the itinerary you made, and throughout the process, he makes some idle hums and okays. But when he’s done, he smiles at you as he rubs his head.
“Well.” He starts. “I wouldn’t say most of these are up my alley, but hey, maybe it’s what a busy guy like me needs. I’m down.”
“Yeah?” Well, that’s good to hear.
“Yessir~” He gets up from his seat and pushes it in. “I’d say we have a perfect amount of the day left for what’s in there too, so I guess I got here at the right time.” He begins to walk to the hall where the bedrooms are. “But I did finish a long drive here and desperately need to wash off and rest for a bit, so… what do you say we get ready and meet here after?” He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.
“Mhm, sounds good to me, Sukuna.” You say with a thumbs up to him.
“Nice~ See ya in a bit, M.C.~.” He mirrors your gesture with a smirk before picking up the duffel bag he left in the kitchen when he got here and walking to his bedroom, his footsteps getting quieter and more distant.
…
Okay, so… your plans for today are back into action after all!
Perfect!
Sure, you’re gonna be doing those plans with Yuji’s older brother, who you just met, and is illegally handsome, beefy, tatted, and just plain sexy, but at least they’re back into action.
That’s all that matters in the end.
Alright, well, if he’s getting ready now, then so should you.
You walk to your room as well, ready to agonize over what to wear on your day with Sukuna. Sure… It’s not a date or anything, and it was never insinuated as such, and he’s probably out of your league times 10 billion, but even then, you’d be caught dead in an alley before ever dressing like a slob in front of a man like Sukuna.
As you enter your bedroom and are about to rip your suitcase into shreds as you decide what to wear, you remember and spot the two pink-heads that are snuggled up and snoozing in your and Yuji’s bed.
… Okay, maybe some peace and quiet while choosing your outfit in silence might do you some good.
Stripping himself nude, piece by piece, Sukuna checks himself out in the mirror as hot water runs in the large bathtub behind him in this warmly lit darkwood and luxurious washroom he has all to himself.
Satisfied with what he sees and ready to relax for a bit, he grabs his phone and taps FaceTime to debrief with a friend he talked to not too long ago.
He stops the tap and slowly submerges himself in the water’s warm and much-needed embrace as he waits for his friend to answer his call. “Fuck yeah… I needed this…” He moans deeply as the warmth pierces him in the best way and heals his body and soul.
Little did he know, his friend accepted his call right as he very vocally voiced his satisfaction and pleasure. “Fuckkk, man. What, you missed me already? Didn’t get enough of me back then or what?” Toji says with a teasing tone and a snicker, also taking a nice, hot bath after his threesome earlier.
Sukuna jumps slightly, taken out of his relaxed state briefly by his friend’s unexpected voice. “Shit!” He fumbles with his phone, almost dropping it in the water. “Fuck. My bad, man. You scared me.” He says as he returns to his relaxed state, closing his eyes. “But nah, I just wanted to talk. I gotta tell you what’s up.”
“Mhm… you say that with your camera on your fat fuckin’ cock?” Toji says, snickering some more. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to listen, bud. Keep the camera there, and I for sure can tell you what’ll be up.” He flirtatiously jokes, flipping his camera at his also submerged dick.
…
Keeping his eyes closed, he scowls as he flips the camera to his face, where it should’ve been, with Toji snickering the entire time.
“Fuck off, man.” He says dismissively. “Anyway, did you fucking predict the future earlier or something while you were getting freaky? Busted your nut so good that the stars told you things, or what?”
“Hmmm? What d’ya mean?” Toji asks, the sound of water moving as he adjusts his position in the tub.
“So you see…”
A few hours later
“M.C…? You sure this place isn’t… abandoned or something?” A skeptical voice says to you.
“... We just talked to some of the workers here.”
“They asked if you were okay and kept staring at me. I think they think I’m kidnapping you and harvesting your organs in the countryside.”
“Well, I think they’re just not used to guys who look like you.”
“But I smiled at them and did all of the talking…”
“To be honest, I’m not sure if that helped you look less like a kidnapper and me like some helpless victim being forced into silence.”
“Okay, well, maybe you should’ve said something so we wouldn’t look suspicious. God, Yuji did say you were shy, but-”
“Sukuna… you’re right, but also I think we’re overthinking this whole thing because we’re bored right now.”
“... Yeah, probably.”
Just like at the cabin, the snow continues to fall forevermore in cloudy gray at this, maybe to some, hauntingly and seemingly empty place.
After getting dressed and ready for the day, you and Sukuna (unaware that you both wanted to look as handsome as possible for the other) left the cabin with excited hearts for the first planned activity in your itinerary.
Your first destination is quite a ways away, so Sukuna, either because he’s a gentleman or he wanted to flex his expensive and vintage car (He’d say both are true), offered to drive both of you there, and who were you to decline to such a sweet and eifficient offer. Also, who wouldn’t want to be the passenger prince in such a beauty with such a handsome and tatted man on the wheel?
The drive, surprisingly, wasn’t awkward at all on your part.
You swear that there must be magic in that pink hair because you already find yourself comfortable speaking to Sukuna like a friend, despite having just met him this morning. It also helps that you think you know where Yuji gets his mischievous side from now. Although Sukuna is more laid-back and steadfast, and Yuji is much more bubbly and peppy, they both have that mischievous and boyish side that you can’t help but feel comfortable and open around.
And though his taste in music was fairly different from yours, you enjoyed listening to him hum along or even sing along to the lyrics when you were both far too engrossed in the rural and snowy scenery to talk about Smash Bros., which you were delighted to know he was a fan of. You learned that just like you, he and Yuji played the Smash Bros. series religiously growing up, and he promised that the two of you would have a match one day.
But soon enough, you reached your destination, and Sukuna unashamedly and probably braggishly parked his… very obviously and perhaps ostentatiously expensive black Toyota Century next to the more humble and old, reliable vehicles, getting some intrigued stares from the few people around.
Save for the two of you, standing in your warm jackets, thick mittens, and soft scarves, it seems that there aren’t any other passengers at this time at the Goshogawara station today.
That was very intentional on your part; you wanted it to be this way, and it’s nice to see that you got the solitary atmosphere you wanted.
Sukuna, on the other hand, did say something like this might not be up his alley earlier, but he wasn’t expecting this place to be this quiet, gray, and lonely.
“...M.C.?” He says hesitantly.
Taken out of your daze that you were in from staring and enjoying the vast and snowy expanse, you look at him. “Yeah, Sukuna? What’s up?”
“So this is where you wanted to go?” He says, looking around and still seeing nobody. “Are you sure you, uh, didn’t give me the wrong address or anything? It’s okay if you did, we all make mistakes…”
But you shake your head, trying not to smile at his confused self. “Nope, this is exactly where I want to be. God, just being here makes me happy…” You close your eyes and take a deep breath of the fresh and crisp air.
“I don’t understand.” He says, not in an offensive way, he’s just confused. “Of all the places in Aomori you take me to visit first, you bring me to some old-ass looking train station that only the locals should know about… This is your idea of a good time?” He says as he kicks the snow at his feet. “I’m not tryna ruin your vibe, this is just… far from anything I would’ve chosen to do.”
You open your eyes to look at him, his red-chilled nose contrasting cutely with his intimidating tattoos. “Well, as much as I love how solitary it is here.” You say as you rub your hands together. “I wouldn’t make you take us all the way to some random train station in the country.”
“I know.” He says. “You’re interested in the train ride, you wrote it in the itinerary.”
“Mhm.”
“Mind telling me why you’re interested in this specific train while we wait for it?” He says, unaware of how he’s shuffling closer to you for warmth and covering you from the snow.
That’s… very kind of him, even if he’s probably just trying to stay warm.
Not wanting to let yourself blush and get flustered, you look away as you talk. “Well, at the risk of sounding like an annoying female lead in an indie movie, I found interest in the mundanity of this train ride after I somehow stumbled upon it and read more about it online.”
“...?” He tilts his head at you as he crosses his arms. “Care to explain what you’re trying to say, Mr. Philosophical Tryhard?” He says challengingly.
You glare at him half-heartedly. “Okay, I know it sounds… tryhard and very main character, but,” You try to find the words to say what you’re thinking. “It’s like this place is its own realm of reality, separate from and unaware of everything going on everywhere else. And if it wasn’t for the online Aomori rabbithole I went down, no one outside of this region should know or care about this train, and it’s not like the destination is anything of note or unique…”
“You’re… losing me.” He rubs the beanie on his head.
“For the locals here, I’ve read that the train ride reminds some of the older folk of their younger days when they went to school every day or when they visited their friends in the towns over.” You say dreamily. “This short journey, while mundane and routine for those who live here, is completely new to city boys like us, and I want to experience it firsthand. It’s an experience so location-specific that most people will die never knowing its existence, and I like that for some reason. I want to get a glimpse of their lives that’re so different from ours, even if only a little bit.”
“...”
Though he was initially thinking you were speaking nonsense and accepting that you both simply enjoyed different things, Sukuna ended up finding himself listening intently to your reasoning for wanting to come here, looking into your eyes as you looked in the distance with wonder.
“I know it’s a far cry from going to bars or bustling areas like that, which maybe you’re a fan of, which is totally okay by the way, please don’t take this as me thinking I’m cooler than you by liking things like this or anything, God knows I’m not. ” You say, not wanting to somehow insult him. “But for me, I really love regular or quieter things that have stories and history associated with them, like this, even if the lore is just word of mouth.”
… After you finish talking, it’s silent for a bit, with him also looking into the endless expanse of white and arbour as well.
“You know, I honestly wasn’t convinced at first when we were just standing here.” He says, breaking the silence and looking back at you. “And you’re right, I’m definitely more in my element where there’s flashing lights, seas of bodies, and alcohol flowing.” He says unashamedly. “I have to say, though, for as shy as you seem to be, you have a way with words.” He gently swats away some snow that has piled on top of your beanie. “Consider me convinced. I was already down, but now I wanna see if I can get into the whole ‘immersing myself in other people’s lives thing’ too”.
Don’t blush or yelp, don’t blush or yelp, he’s just being nice, so stay calm.
“... Well, thanks for going along with my schemes, even if it was only on your brother’s request.” You say with a smile. “And hey, if there’s anything I’m sure you’ll enjoy from this, because I will as well, it’ll be the squid they cook on the stove and the warm sake they serve as well.”
“Mmm, I was gonna say I was looking forward to that.” He says dreamily. “I saw on one of the posters that they heat an old stove with coal in one of the nearby passenger cars to warm passengers and cook squid. It’s nothing I ever heard of, that’s for sure. It’s kind of genius, actually.”
“Isn’t that cool? My guess is that it was probably some idea that some worker a long time ago came up and it was so charming and fun that it ended up becoming a local tradition.” You say with interest and speculation. “But it’s probably something we can ask about, though.”
“You mean it’s something I’ll ask about because you won’t wanna talk?” He says jokingly with a little bit of bite.
“... I’m not that bad, am I?”
“M.C., we’ve only known each other for what, only a few hours? And I already feel like some people think you’re mute.” He says bluntly.
“I can talk fairly well to people if I have to…” You defend yourself. “Like if I had to change where I’m living and had to talk to a moving truck driver, I could do it well.”
“Very specific example, there.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why I said that…” You say before going back on topic. “I actually am really interested in learning things, so I will be asking questions, anyway. I couldn’t call myself an Education major if I wasn’t in the pursuit of learning, so watch me and be impressed as I take on the daunting and perilous task of… interacting with strangers, wooooo, how spooky…”
“Oh, I’d loveeeee to see it,” Sukuna says sarcastically but with a harmless smile.
“You know, I thought it earlier, but now I see where Yuji gets his sarcasm and playful bite from.” You say with a side eye.
He playfully raises his arms in surrender with a wink. “Guilty as charged.”
And just like that, you see lights in the distance and steam in the air from afar.
It seems that just like with Yuji, talking with Sukuna makes the time fly fast because behind him on the rails, you can see the Tsugaru Winter Stove Train approaching in the distance.
“Well, I guess this is the perfect time for me to prove myself.” You say, pointing at the train.
He hears the train behind him, so he doesn’t need to look back. He instead just looks at you playfully and challengingly. “It certainly is~ I know I’ll enjoy this.”
And he will.
He won’t say it out loud, but he’s interested in seeing how you’ll talk to other people, he’s interested in the questions you’ll ask, and even if you’ll go for the grilled squid or warm sake first.
It’s not like those are particularly important or notable things to find interest in, but maybe because it’s you, it’s why he feels that way.
He won’t deny it, you’re cute, and he’s interested in you now, that’s all there is to it.
Fast forward a few minutes, and here you and Sukuna are, warm and comfortable in a passenger car all for yourselves, as no one else but you two got on at Goshogawara station.
With a gentlemanly hand on your lower back guiding you up the train stairs to make sure you don’t fall, Sukuna found himself wanting to make sure you’d really enjoy this trip and that you’d feel well taken care of.
Obviously, it’s because he wanted to fulfill his brother’s wish. Yuji asked him to make sure you’d have a great day after almost having it taken away from you, and who is he to deny his baby bro?
But also, he can’t help but forget that conversation he had with Toji earlier.
He knows he jokingly said if he found a cute guy here, he’d make him his plaything for the trip, but something like this is way beyond his usual expensive dinners, buying drinks, and hookups in the VIP suites and hotel rooms.
It feels more intentional and wholehearted with the whole experiencing Aomori for the first time together theme of today.
He’s already talked to you and learned a lot about you from your few hours of knowing each other, and that’s already more than what he’s used to getting with his previous guys.
But… It’s not like he hates it.
He actually likes learning about you and your eccentricities and anecdotes, and he caught himself multiple times eagerly answering any questions you had about him or Yuji’s childhood.
Fuck, did Toji actually predict this?
He isn’t opposed to maybe seriously flirting with you now that he likes your vibe, but if if anything goes wrong… things would just be awkward for the rest of the trip.
Would you even be into him the same way he finds himself getting into you?
Sure, the vibes are good and fun for now, but-
Feeling a very soft kick on his foot, Sukuna feels himself coming back to the real world.
The sound of the train whistle blowing, the feeling of the engine starting, and the shakiness of the fairly aged and historic train ground him back in reality, and he looks away from the window to see you staring at him questioningly in the seat opposite him as you take your jacket and mitts off.
“Huh? What’s up?”
“Ah, so you didn’t randomly ascend to the astral plane as soon as we sat down, perfect.” You say jokingly. “I should’ve been the one doing that, you know. Being the quirky, quiet, and nonchalant boy who’s sooo mysterious because he daydreams is MY thing…” Your tone is tinged with some harmless self-deprecation.
“Oh my bad, I was thinking maybe if I tried acting like you, then maybe I’d all of a sudden become verbose and philosophical as well.” He said jokingly with a shrug. “Sorry, though, I kinda got lost in my head after sitting down. I’ve never been in something rustic like this, so I guess I got enraptured.”
He was actually thinking about whether he should try flirting with you, but he thinks he made a good excuse for why he was zoning out.
He, in fact, did because you just smiled and agreed with him. “I can understand that.” You look around the rustic, simple, yet charming passenger car, feeling warm not just from the heat but also from the cozy atmosphere that the wooden interior, dark red cushioned chairs, and cute tables provide. “We haven’t even taken off yet, and this is already worth it to me.”
“Heh, I’m glad you feel that way, M.C.,” Sukuna says as he takes his jacket and mitts off as well, leaving them on his side.
“Mmm, this will be even more worth it for me, though, if you enjoy it just as much as I do.” You say truthfully.
He just laughs and relaxes in his plush seat at your words.
“Guess we’ll just have to see then…” He says, crossing his arms and manspreading to get even more comfortable.
His knees accidentally touch yours, and he sees you jump in surprise from the unexpected contact. “Shit, my bad.”
You laugh. “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing, yet here you are trying to scare me…” You joke around because if you don’t, you’ll start screaming in your head about him touching you, along with the fact that he’s spreading his legs open in front of you under the table.
In some anime fanfics you’ve read, the protagonist would sneak under the table, unzip those pants, and suck a big dick if he had a hot guy like Bakugou Katsuki, Yamazaki Sousuke, or Roronoa Zoro spreading his legs open in front of him, but unfortunately, this is real life and you have some semblance of decorum and kind of don’t want to ruin any friendship you might create with this man on your first day of meeting and hanging out together by going under the table to suck his dick?
Luckily, the train finally begins to move, taking you out of your ridiculous and gay train of thought.
“Finally.” Sukuna says. “I was getting impatient.”
You don’t reply to him, though, immediately looking out the window to see the sights you were only able to read about and see in niche articles and blog posts online.
You’re enraptured by the never-ending, yet different with every second sight of passing trees and snow.
It’s… beautiful.
It’s bewitching.
It’s endless.
Even if all you’ve seen since you’ve come to Aomori is snow, trees, and gray skies, you still haven’t gotten sick of it.
You’re still getting lost in the endless beauty of rural northern Japan, and you subconsciously rest your chin on your palm as you stare out.
…
A few silent, reverent, and admiring minutes pass.
With no one to talk to, with you just staring out, Sukuna ends up joining you for a bit in just… remembering the fact that both of you are far away from the shining lights, endless crowds, and concrete jungles of Tokyo.
The endlessness of nature isn’t something he’s used to just staring at, but he also finds peace in this journey and its brand-new horizons.
But as beautiful as he finds it, he’s not as enchanted as you are, so after a few minutes of looking outside of his own, he looks back at you just to see you unmoving and hypnotized still.
“... Heh, it’s like he forgot I was even here… How disrespectful, M.C…~” He jokes to himself. “But, fuck… he sure looks handsome right now… just staring out the window, in that cute sweater of his, and with the grayness of outside shining on him.”
Sukuna smirks to himself as an idea, a silly and sneaky little one, manifests in his head.
Trying to be slick and not get your attention, which he does well, as you’re still lost in the beauty of the winter wonderland outside of the train, Sukuna grabs his phone and sneakily points the camera at you, trying to get the perfect angle and shot of you.
“Alright… just wait for the perfect shot…” Click. “There we go… this better be a good photo because I don’t want him to get suspicious by taking too many shots…”
Bringing his phone to his face nonchalantly as if he’s checking a text message, he checks out his sneak shot of you.
“... Perfect.”
He’s very satisfied with the shot.
With the wooden and rustic background, your cute and proper outfit, your chin on your palm, your eyes full of wonder and admiration, and you just being plain adorable and handsome in his opinion, he’s got the perfect photo of you to immortalize this fleeting moment in time.
“Okay… now I’ll just…” He says to himself as he opens his Messages app.
📲💗
Sukuna: *sends photo of you in the train*
He’s not sure if Yuji is awake by now but Sukuna is sure he’d appreciate seeing that both of you are out of the cabin.
But, he quickly gets a reply.
brat: aww ♥️
brat: i hope you’re both having lots and lots and LOTS of fun! :D
Sukuna: you doing good?
brat: yea :3 me, otou-san, and m.c.’s dad are watching movies
brat: *sends photo of a home alone playing on the huge television and three pairs feet of wearing christmas socks propped on the living room table*
Sukuna: im glad youre having fun despite the circumstances
Sukuna: i’ll buy you something
brat: ok thanksssss <3 now stop talking to me and have fun okay???
Sukuna: yeah yeah okay cya
brat: <3
📲💗
Closing his phone with a quiet snicker and a shaking of his head, Sukuna… saves the photo of you on his phone, and puts it on the table just to see you still staring out.
Well, he would like to talk with you more, but he supposes being able to stare at your face as long as he wants without needing to worry about making you uncomfortable isn’t bad either.
He’s okay with just letting you do your thing until…
He sniffs the air, immediately noticing something different.
Dancing in the air is a delightfully oceanic and fishy aroma coming from the older-looking passenger car next to you two.
Sure, it’s a smell that some might hate, but it’s got his stomach grumbling in anticipation and hunger.
He knows you’ll love this; you’ve both been waiting for it
This time, with the intention of taking you out of LaLa Land, he gently kicks your foot as you did earlier.
“Hey, googly eyes.” He says playfully. “Forgot about me? Sure, I’m no endless expanse of the beauty of winter, but I don’t think I’m too bad to look at either for minutes on end…” The pout he puts on looks out of place, yet cutely so, with his strong bone structure and tattoos.
You come back to the real world, and as Sukuna’s words sink in, you feel embarrassed. “Oh, damn it… I…I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you. You… didn’t say something to me with me saying absolutely nothing back, right?” You ask. “It’s just… dude, it’s so beautiful out there. It was one thing reading about this train trip, but experiencing it and looking out? It’s amazing.”
Sukuna laughs and reaches over the table to put a hand on your shoulder. “Nahhh, don’t worry about it, I didn’t say anything. I get it… the outdoors look better than I do…” He jokes before gesturing to the car next to yours. “Smell that?”
You tilt your head. You were too enraptured earlier by the view to pay attention to anything else, but as you sniff the air, you get what he means. “Mm! They’re grilling the squid now!” Your stomach grumbles as well from the smell alone.
“Mhm~ You excited?” He asks, getting an eager nod from you. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s head to the car over?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
Leaving your jackets on your seats, but bringing your wallet with you, you both head on over to the older-looking passenger car, where the delightful smell of grilled squid is coming from.
As you walk together, Sukuna keeps you steady by walking slightly behind you with both of his hands on each of your shoulders.
It’s at this moment you see the myriad of rings he has on each of his fingers, each glimmering and shining with silver and different gemstones.
You don’t know enough about him to warrant a reason to think this other than his looks, but they suit his vibe. Also, considering his line of work, maybe it helps when he needs to throw a punch? Not that you know anything about being a CEO’s main bodyguard.
But you also notice his… recent touchiness with you.
It’s not hard to notice, considering you both just met, but it also started as soon as you talked more with each other, especially when you reached the station earlier.
God, is this just how pink-haired men are? Yuji practically clings to you like a koala, so is it insane for you to assume Sukuna will be like that by the end of the day?
That being said, Sukuna’s touches are more gentlemanly and refined; even when he kicked your foot, he was super gentle.
When he protected you from the snow with his bigger body, when he swiped snow off your beanie, when he kept you steady as you got aboard the train, and now as he’s holding your shoulders so you don’t stumble, these little sweet touches could never go unnoticed and you find yourself thinking… is he just being a kind gentleman and he’d do this for any guy? Or, is there something more to his touches?
Are you crazy for thinking maybe he’s… no, no way.
Don’t entertain such silly delusions.
Besides, fuck those delusions because as you enter this different passenger car, you see the highlight of this train trip that you’ve been waiting for ever since you read about it online.
The iconic stove with fresh squid being grilled on top.
Finally!
A worker in a suit with a cap tends to the stove and grills the squid with expertise that only someone with years under his belt could perform. Hearing footsteps in an otherwise empty ride, the worker looks to you both and bows his head respectfully, which you two mirror back in kind.
“Ah, good day, you two.” He says kindly. “I hope the cold hasn’t been too harsh on you?” He goes back to tending to the stove and squid as he talks and looks at you and Sukuna.
Wanting to see and hear you talk to someone, Sukuna smiles at the worker before looking at you expectantly as if he’s saying with his eyes, “The show’s all yours~.”
Alright, dude, you wanna be that way? Watch this.
Sure, you’re social recluse #1. Sure, you only buy food where there are order kiosks. And sure, even talking in game chats is a bit scary for you.
But when you’re somewhere or in a conversation where your interest is at an all-time high or if you’re eager to learn, that shyness melts away like butter on a skillet.
“Good day to you too, sir. We’ve been… managing, hehe...” You say, gesturing to the empty passenger car. “Sorry for asking, but did we catch you cooking your meal on your lunch break?” You say jokingly.
“Oh, no, no. I’d say I was cooking the squid to entice our only passengers on this trip to come here and spend some money.” He says, mirroring your joking tone.
“Ah, a sneaky man of business and opportunity… I respect it.”
You both laugh before he takes on a more on-the-clock tone. “But no, sir, if I’m being honest, the driver asked if I could cook some squid for him. But with you two here, it seems like I have a more… valid reason to be cooking right now, haha.”
“Fair enough, I get it. But you’re right, my friend and I have been waiting to try the squid and sake ever since we got to the station.” You say excitedly, staring at the squid with stars in your eyes.
“Well then…” He gestures to the top of the stove. “You two have got perfect timing because the first batch is fresh and ready!” He says.
Your eyes light up even more. “That’s exactly what we wanted to hear! Alright then, how much for two, sir?” You reach into your jacket for your wallet, but unexpectedly-
“Here you go, sir, for my companion and me.”
A deep voice from behind you says as a hand holding… a fat stack of cash goes over your shoulder.
Okay, damn.
The squid and sake combo definitely doesn’t cost that much, you know that.
But obviously, the worker sees stars in his eyes as well and stands up quickly to take the cash and bows very deeply after. “Thank you so much, kind sirs! Please, I’ll cook as much squid as you want for the remainder of the trip, if you’d like!”
Well, Sukuna sure made this man’s day.
Eh, this isn’t anything to be mad about. It’s nice to see people get treated kindly. Sukuna’s kind act won’t be forgotten by you or this worker.
And hey, all you can eat squid is something you’re definitely going to take advantage of.
With a pep in his step and one of his pockets heavier than before, the worker happily impales the cooked squid on two wooden sticks and hands the fresh and hot deliciousness to both of you. “Please, enjoy!”
“Thank you so much!”
“Much appreciated.”
With both of you finally having the long-awaited Tsugaru Winter Stove Train grilled squid in your hands, you both look at each other and take a big bite at the same time.
And it’s at this moment, you both realize Heaven might be real… because it tastes absolutely divine, sure, but also because you both bit into the squid when it was still fresh off the stovetop and scalding hot!
This is Hell, and you might be seeing Heaven soon with how your mouths are burning on the inside.
“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKITFUCKINGBURNSFUCKKKKKKKKK” You scream in agony as your mouth burns.
You just swallow quickly to avoid any lasting pain, and you can tell Sukuna is suffering in silence with how his one hand on your shoulder slightly tightens its grip.
You move your tongue around the inside of your mouth to see if there are any burns, but thankfully, you swallowed the piece of squid down fast enough to avoid anything really bad.
Okay… you’ll both wait a bit before you take your next bites.
It seems like you both did pretty well at acting like you didn’t just almost kill yourselves with squid, as the worker just looks at you two with interest. “So, it’s obvious to me, and probably obvious to anyone else here who’s seen you two, that neither of you is from here. I know everyone who takes this train every day, so new faces always immediately stand out to me.” He says casually. “Mind telling me where you two are from?”
“Ah, yes.” You cough for a bit, clearing your throat. “I live in Tokyo right now, in Akihabara specifically.” You look at Sukuna, expecting to hear his answer since you can’t answer for him, since you don’t know.
“I’m from Tokyo as well, Minato City specifically for me. Though I’m originally from Sendai.”
Minato City? Oh, so he’s got money money.
Well, you figured, considering who he works for, the car he drives, his brand-name clothes, and how much money he is willing to give to strangers, that he’s of course rolling in dough, but damn, knowing he lives in Minato City digs the nail in.
… And didn’t Jin say Yuji lives with Sukuna?
So… he never invited you to his place in Minato City?
Damn.
You’re not mad or anything, but now you’re just super damn curious to know where your best friend is living…
“Whewww, so you city boys are far away from home, huh?” The worker says admiringly. “Well, how are you two liking Aomori so far? Surely, it’s a far cry from what you’re used to, yes?” He puts the freshly cooked squid on a tray before putting new ones on the stovetop.
“For me, I’ve been absolutely loving it. It’s 100% not what I’m used to, but maybe that’s why I’ve been looking outside windows more than I have in years.” You say reverently. “Closing my eyes for any reason other than sleep would feel like a crime while I’m here, I don’t wanna miss a single thing, so I just keep looking and looking everywhere.”
Sukuna joins in, “I have to agree with M.C. there. While Tokyo and its concrete jungles are where I’m in my element, even if it's just my first day here, I can see the charm and beauty in the more rural areas.” He says with a nod.
The worker smiles at both of your words. “And we are always welcoming and happy to have such curious and open-minded such as yourselves here.”
“If I may ask, sir.” You start, the education major in you needing to learn and ask questions. “Can I ask where this, I don’t know it’s the right word, but let’s say, tradition of cooking squid on the train came from? I’ve been dying to get an answer after I learned about this online.”
“Ah, a lovely question! Well, young man…”
From here on out, a conversation between you, an eager learner and the train worker, a local who takes pride in talking about his homeland, blossomed full of back-and-forth questions and answers.
Sukuna just stayed behind you, never taking his hand off your shoulder as he nibbled on squidy deliciousness, and listened with interest to the conversation.
Well, it’s not like he doubted you too much on whether you’d do well talking to strangers, but he’d certainly consider himself pleasantly surprised.
You’re animated, engaged, and endlessly curious as you bombard the worker with questions that he’s happy to answer and not just because he’s on the clock.
Perhaps he finds fun in having only two passengers on this trip to pay full attention to.
Sukuna finds himself liking the sound of your voice in all of its animated engagedness. Hearing you ask questions, hearing your voice light up with every answer you get, and then laughing whenever the worker told you something funny that once happened on this train… he likes being able to stand behind you and just see how you… talk and react.
It’s a nice thing.
He’s never cared about these things before with other guys.
Honestly, he’d just check out their bodies and make sure they didn’t have bad breath so he could just kiss and fuck them and then move on to the next.
But he likes noticing these things in a guy for once, especially with you.
Is it… Okay to start feeling this way for his brother’s best friend?
He knows you two aren’t dating, considering how Yuji won’t shut up about this black-haired boy at school, but still… would that be weird?
And he still can’t figure out if you’d be into him like that.
Sure, you’ve been reacting fairly well to his gradually increasing skinship, but he just doesn’t know yet.
Soon enough, the worker finishes cooking all the squid prepared for this trip and says he needs to bring the train driver his batch of food and has to do some checking.
You’ve gotten all of your questions answered, so you thank him for being such a good teacher.
Before he leaves, the worker follows you both back to your table and pours a cup of warm sake for you both, and he also leaves a plate of cooked squid for you both to nibble on for the remainder of the trip.
You all bow your heads at each other before he walks away.
“So,” Sukuna starts, grabbing another cooked squid to nibble on. “On a scale of one to 'I’m staying here’, how worth it has the Tsugaru Winter Stove train experience been?”
“... If we didn’t have that itinerary written in stone, I’d genuinely consider doing another trip just because.” You say, tapping your feet euphorically. “It feels so good having my questions answered and just knowing the lore about this random train ride in Aomori that almost no one knows about.”
“Heh, I’m glad.” He says, holding his cup of sake and looking at what’s inside. “I think this was worth it as well. It’s a far cry from my idea of a good time, but I’m glad I went with your whims. I probably would’ve never done this if it weren’t for you.” He holds his cup towards you. “Thanks for bringing me along, even if my brat brother begged me to go with you.”
You hold out your cup towards him as well. “Heh, just knowing that you enjoyed yourself as well made this whole thing even more worth it.”
With that, you both clink your cups together before drinking the warm sake.
It’s clean and crisp and has notes of that iconic sweetness of Aomori apples, and though you just said closing your eyes in Aomori feels like a crime, you just have to because of the flavour of the sake.
It’s relaxing and immersing.
You can tell Sukuna likes it as well if his very loud sigh of satisfaction is anything to go by. “Oh, fuck yeahhhhhh, I needed this.” The alcohol is doing its thing to his body. “That’s the perfect way to close off this train ride.”
“Mhm, I agree.” You nod, relaxing in your seat. “I actually… don’t really drink alcohol at all, but I really wanted to enjoy the entire experience, so I made an exception this one time.”
“Aw man, I’d totally have more if I wasn’t driving… This is amazing, but I’d definitely love to enjoy somewhat of a buzz…” He says, crossing his arms as he relaxes.
“Well, when we get to our next destination… You could definitely do that.” You say with a tone of promise.
“Oh fuckkk, I’m so excited for what we have after. That hot bath I took before we left earlier was nice, but I need more than that.” He says excitedly. “From what I read about where we’re going, it seems like… an experience different from what I’m used to, but, if this train ride taught me anything, it’s that the unexpected can actually be quite nice.”
“Mhm, you’ve got that right.”
With you both finishing your cups of sake, Sukuna picks up his phone to see that the train ride is almost over. “Well, M.C., you’ve convinced this party boy that quiet and more withdrawn things can actually be pretty nice.” He winks at you playfully. “Good job~.”
You laugh and look away from him, his handsome charm getting to you. “I’m glad I could do so. Don’t expect me to want to go to any nightclubs any time soon, though.”
He puts his hands up. “Eh, for now, I’m down to try the things you like to do.” He says. “And yeah, it’s totally because I wanna get closer to you and see if you’ll maybe be interested in me too if I do so… but also because I actually enjoyed myself…” He says that part to himself.
Remembering the photo he took of you earlier, he finds himself wanting to immortalize more of this moment.
He grabs his phone and looks at you. “Hey, M.C. Would you like to take some photos together? It’d be nice to give Yuji and our dads something to see while we’re out.”
He also wants to save them for himself and brag to Toji, maybe.
The idea of taking photos with Sukuna makes your heart race a bit, but… You obviously have no reason to say no, wanting to immortalize this moment as well.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” You say, hopefully not too eagerly.
“Perfect~.” He says, getting up from his seat. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
Fuck, don’t get too red.
“Oh no, go ahead.” You scoot closer to the window, trying to make room on this seat for him and you, two relatively… strong men.
And so, selfies galore unfold.
In one photo, Sukuna wraps an arm around your shoulders and grins happily at the camera with you smiling gently, praying that you aren't blushing like a rosebush.
For another, you and Sukuna both bite into one squid while funnily winking at the camera.
And for the last, you both called over the worker you were talking to earlier and took a group selfie with him as well, with Sukuna air dropping it to him.
With you both being happy with the photos you’ve taken, you both look at them and laugh at the ones that didn’t look good and smile at the ones you liked.
“Well, we’re not sending them the one where my eyes are closed…” Sukuna says.
“And we aren’t sending the one where I got squid on my face…” You say this time.
After enough deliberation, you both settle on sending the three aforementioned photos.
Sukuna makes a group chat consisting of all the men on the trip and sends the photos there.
Immediately, Yuji and your dads are saying they’re glad you’re having a good time, but that they’re also immensely jealous of the squid and sake you both got to enjoy.
Laughing at the replies they’re getting, Sukuna looks at you. “I’m thinking that while we’re still in Aomori, we should take them out for squid and sake…”
“Yeah, probably…”
You both laugh some more before the train finally stops, having arrived back at the Goshogawara station.
“Oh… we were busy fucking around that we didn’t even notice we were nearing the station…” Sukuna says.
“Well,” You start with a shrug. “That’s just indicative of how good a time we were having, I’d say.”
“True that, true that,” Sukuna says, standing up and making sure you both don’t forget anything.
“Now, as much as I loved this… I think we’re both more than excited for our last destination of the day.” You say excitedly.
“Oh boy, don’t tempt me too much.” He says getting close to you. “I might just have to pick you up and run to my car just so we could get there faster.”
Not wanting to let yourself get teased too much, you fire back. “Hey, that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea…” It really doesn’t sound like a bad idea, getting carried by a tall and strong dreamboat like him… “But yeah, I’m hyped for this. I love an onsen just as much as any other guy, but the one we’re going to… well, you read about it too, so you know how it differs from the others in Japan.”
“Oh yeah, it sounds… unique… But hey, as long as there’s a big pool of hot water that I can fit my whole body in, I’m down for whatever.” He says, daydreaming about the onsen already.
“Well, less talking and more walking then.” You begin to walk towards the exit of the train, with Sukuna walking slightly behind you again. “I think we’re both getting a bit too impatient, heh.”
“Yessir~.” Sukuna says, “But, don’t worry, I’ll get us there real fast.”
And with that, you both get off the train and walk to Sukuna’s still out-of-place and expensive car.
But on the walk there, Sukuna takes his phone out because he has another person to show his photos to.
📲💚
Sukuna: ok so
Sukuna: *sends photos of you and him on the train*
Sukuna: unforeseen things are happening
manwhore: ?
manwhore: dude
manwhore: where and how’d you find a cutie like him?
Sukuna: sorry toj cant talk, about to drive the both of us to an onsen
manwhore: DUDE
manwhore: fuck man… have fun i guess
manwhore: send more pics and next time actually tell me more!
Sukuna: alrightttttt
📲💚
Sukuna shakes his head and laughs before putting his phone in his pocket.
“What’s so funny?” You ask, opening the passenger door and getting in.
“Eh, it’s just this one friend of mine. I think he mightttt be a lil jealous of my trip so far.” He says starting up his car before shoulder checking and pulling out of the parking lot. “I showed him the photos we took.”
“Hmm. Heh, he’s jealous as he should be then, I suppose.” You say deviously.
“Whoa, hey man, where’d that shy sweetie I met this morning go?” He says with a laugh.
“Oh, just take this as me… getting more and more comfortable around you as the day goes by.” You say with a snicker as you relax into the plush car seat.
…
God… he really hopes you’re interested in him too.
You can’t just say something like that and expect his fuckboy heart to not start racing…
Okay… maybe with this overnight onsen stay… he could get a better scope on how you feel towards him.
If there’s anything he knows can make a boy speak honestly, whether through words or body language, it’s his bod, tall, strong, and chiselled to perfection, and this is just him being honest.
If he notices you checking him out, that’ll give him the exact information he needs.
But, well, what he should worry about right now is getting there in the first place.
By the time you two have reached your final destination for the night, the sky has already turned pitch black, with the snow never stopping its journey to the ground.
Reaching this quirky little location took you and Sukuna longer than you initially thought it would, with him having to park his car at a train station, and you two having to take a shuttle bus deep into a location even more secluded than Sukuna’s boss’s cabin.
But after all that, you and Sukuna, after a long day of travelling, have finally reached the entrance of tonight’s highlight activity, as well as where you two will be staying overnight.
As your feet stomp on the snow in this particularly silent space, you approach the onsen’s exterior that is only faintly lit by countless oil lanterns spread throughout the location.
Though it may seem spooky to some, you knew what you signed up for, and you felt excitement as you gazed at the dark and silent facility.
You found interest in this particular onsen because of its seclusion from civilization and its faintly lit appearance.
This onsen isn’t just off the beaten path; it’s barely on a path at all. It’s that secluded and hidden from the rest of the world.
Sukuna stands by your side as you stand at the entrance, noting the absolute silence and how this place would be pitch black if it weren’t for the oil lanterns providing minimal lighting. “So… I know I said I’m down to try the things you’re into, but… wow, you’re kind of weird, M.C.” He says bluntly.
“Oh, do you mind elaborating?” You reply, entranced by the solitary atmosphere of this onsen.
“I mean, I’m no coward, but this place feels kinda creepy now that we’re standing here with it seeming like there’s nobody in a 20-mile radius.” He says, trying to look around for other people.
“Don’t worry, this place is super popular, it’s just that this particular onsen is famous for its seclusion, silence, and darkness.” You say matter-of-factly. “As you get to know me more, you’ll see that things like this are right up my alley.”
“... I’m just standing here wondering how you and my bubbly brother are best friends…” He says, shivering a bit from the cold. “Anyway, let’s walk inside already. But just know that if a youkai or something jumps at us, I’m ready to defend you.” He says, standing strong.
“Sukuna, you’re doing too much. Actually, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised once we walk in.” You say leading the way.
“Oh, why do you say that?”
“Because it will be completely normal inside with nothing suspicious at all!”
“... Just get in.”
“Alright~”
With that, you both walk into the dimly illuminated entrance door to this hidden onsen and inn.
Located deep in a forested valley between Hirosaki and Lake Towada, surrounded by endless trees, waterfalls, and located within a stream, is the famous yet also elusive Lamp no Yado Aoni Onsen.
What interested you most about this hidden place when you read about it online was its seclusion, its off-the-grid location, and its being disconnected in every sense of the word.
When people say this place is disconnected, it truly is just that.
With no cell reception and no running electricity, this place is only ever lit by daylight and over 200 oil lanterns at night, and food is only cooked over a fire.
There are no televisions, there are no power outlets, there are no refrigerators, and there are no lightbulbs.
This place is a blast to the past, and that is what draws many people to this place.
The idea behind this place is that it is somewhere for people to truly hide away for a bit and to enjoy the “luxury” of having nothing.
Here, you can be present in the real world, perhaps speak to strangers as there’s nothing else to do, and let the sounds of nature, footsteps, and creaking wood be your music.
You hold the door open for Sukuna, and you both walk in together, immediately warmed by the heat coming from the oil heaters in the building.
And just like you expected, the sight of the interior of this little place took the skeptical look right off of Sukuna’s face.
“Holy shit…” He says under his breath, the warm lighting on his face making him look handsome beyond compare.
He’s rightfully entranced because the interior of this old onsen, which was created in 1929, takes your breath away as well.
Seeing photos online is one thing, but seeing the traditional entrance decorated with kites and Nebutas is truly a sight to behold.
With wood and white walls serving as the canvas and foundation, a multitude of traditional Japanese decor, scrolls, and statues of various colours keep your eyes darting from place to place in wonder and admiration.
Additionally, with this place being lit only by oil lanterns, the atmosphere is one of peace, solitude, and inside voices, which you can appreciate.
With you once again doing that thing where you stare and look around for sometimes too long, Sukuna approaches the person at the front desk and gets things settled.
You let yourself wander just for a bit and find yourself in what looks like the dining hall you saw photos of online.
With cushions on the floor, low tables on the ground, old photos on the wall, and other guests dressed in yukatas as they eat, chat quietly, or enjoy bottles of sake, you decide that this is definitely a spot you’d love to spend time with Sukuna and see what he’s like when he has more than one cup of sake.
But as much as you’d love to look at the dining hall some more, you don’t want to stare too long and potentially creep out any of the other guests, so you head to the entrance where your companion is.
And with perfect timing, it seems like Sukuna has just finished getting you two settled as the worker hands him two yukatas, two bath baskets, and one room key.
Oh… that’s… right…
You and Yuji only reserved one room to share since, duh, you’re best friends who sleep together in your bed back in Tokyo almost every night, so why would you get two rooms?
But now… you’ll be sharing a room with… Sukuna.
…
Okay, actually, that doesn’t sound bad at all.
He’s a cool and fun guy, and you two have gotten comfortable around each other really quickly, so, honestly, you don’t have a problem with it.
…
Except for the fact that he’s hot as fuck, handsome on astronomical levels, buff like a tank, and sexy like a BL manhwa love interest!!!!!!!
Also… you’ve BEEN getting more and more into him with every hour that passes with you two being together and just talking, teasing each other, and hanging out.
Fuck!
Okay, no, it’s fine. You guys have been getting along, and you’re basically friends now, so it’s not weird. At. All.
Seeming as if he’s thinking the same thing, Sukuna walks up to you, fiddling with the key in his hand. “So… uh, with the reservation you and Yuji made a while ago… you only reserved one room for you two to share and…” He trails off. “I think you can gather what the deal is. Now, if you’re not comfortable with it, I can just pay for my own room and-”
Ok, well, let’s not do that.
You wave him off. “Oh, come on, Sukuna, you don’t have to do all of that. Are we not friends by now?” You say with a genuine smile. “I’ve been more than comfortable and safe with you, so sharing a room with you actually sounds fun to me.”
…
Badum badum
“Okay, fuck. So we’re sharing a room…” Sukuna thinks to himself. “FUCK, sharing rooms with guys is nothing new to me, but those are for one-night stands! This is different, so fucking different! And if he’s okay with sharing a room with me, does that mean he… Shit, I don’t know! Why am I so nervous and weak to what he says when he isn’t even flirting with me?! I’m a fucking playboy flirt who easily bags guys every night, and I’m used to flirting to have sex, but how does one flirt to… show interest? I don’t even know what I’m trying to say-”
To his benefit, Sukuna, unlike you, can ramble in his head but speak normally out loud. “Well, I guess that settles that then. Let’s get along, roomie~” He says with a wink before looking at the key number, grabbing both of your bags, and walking to the hall where he thinks your room is. “Now, let’s drop off these damn bags in our room, eat dinner and then get into that goddamn water because I neeeeed it!” He says like an impatient child, hiding his flustered expression from you.
… Roomie, huh? Now that doesn’t sound half bad to you.
“Alright, I hear you.” You say, shaking your head as you follow him. “But cool it with the stomping, please? I genuinely think every single person here can hear your herculean body trampling around…”
“... I’m walking as quietly as I can…” He says quietly. “This place is just so damn silent and still that every sound I make sounds like a damn bomb.”
“Oh…”
You can’t help but laugh. “My bad~.”
“I’ll show you herculean when we’re in the water, M.C… Just you watch…” He says in his head. “Then I’ll see if you’re feeling me like I’m feeling you.”
But then his stomach full on grumbles, making you both stop from how loud it is.
…
“Let’s get dressed and eat…” You say, stifling your laugh to the best of your ability.
“... Yessir.”
So far, this place is everything you dreamed it to be, and it’s been nothing but a 10/10 experience from the food and dining hall experience alone.
Your and Sukuna’s room is simple and cozy, but you didn’t spend too long in there. You just dropped your bags, got dressed in your yukatas (you both had your backs turned to each other as you changed, obviously), and headed straight to the dining hall.
While the dining hall was fairly packed when you got here, with guests finishing their dinner and enjoying drinks and conversation, it was almost empty when you and Sukuna walked in, with just a few guests eating at different tables.
That’s perfect for you, though, you preferred it that way.
Dinner was simple, yet its simplicity was what made it taste absolutely divine.
The meals here at Aoni Onsen consist entirely of whole foods, including locally harvested produce and fresh fish from the rivers, and tonight’s dinner was a perfect demonstration of Aomori excellence. You and Sukuna were treated to fresh trout cooked over fire, hibachi vegetables with scallops, apple-based desserts, and, of course, local sake that Sukuna thoroughly enjoyed.
Except for when you asked each other how the food tasted and some fleeting glances, you and Sukuna got immersed in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere and ended up eating dinner in comfortable silence… that was until Sukuna got to the sake.
He finished three cups before he started acting a bit more… let’s say unrestrained and casual. Now, he didn’t get rowdy or loud-mouthed (Thank God), but he was definitely getting far more teasing, playful, and whimsical than he was the entire day. He didn’t get drunk persay, but he was certainly enjoying somewhat of a buzz.
And fuck, it’s like his sexiness got multiplied by one thousand when he got some alcohol in his system. With slightly flushed cheeks, his yukata slightly loosening to reveal his bare, and gloriously broad and robust chest and collar bones, and him wearing this… smirk as he talked and looked at you, you just couldn’t help but bring your knees together under the table from how erotic he looked.
Fuck, he’s your best friend’s brother, you can’t be like this… right?
And he’s a friend. You don’t want to potentially make things awkward… despite you not even knowing if he’s intentionally flirting with you or if this is just how he is.
He couldn’t have been flirting with you… right?
Anywho, you both thankfully, somehow, got to the topic of video games, which made your erection die down as you both started enthusiastically talking about old Nintendo games.
But soon enough, and with Sukuna drinking some water to make sure he wouldn’t stumble like a drunk middle-aged salaryman, you both got up from your table, thanked the staff, and walked back to your room to get your bathing necessities.
On the way to your room, while he wasn’t full on falling to the ground, Sukuna did end up gently crashing into you and leaning on you as you walked.
And with the feel of his warm skin on yours, his strong cologne mixed with a day’s worth of sweat and musk washing over you, and his breath brushing against your neck and ears, you grabbed him by the hand, dragged him into your room, and forced more water down his throat to make sure that he really wouldn’t be too tipsy to go to the hot springs and make you die from being overwhelmed by his alcohol-enhanced eroticism.
After making sure that he was at least somewhat sober, you both grabbed your towels and baskets and headed to the hot spring changing rooms.
And, here you are now… undressing… getting naked… baring yourself… but not near Sukuna of course, because you just can’t handle that yet.
You walked away from him quickly as soon as you entered the changing room, hoping he had enough alcohol in his system to not notice or care. You’re not sure whether he did or not, as he didn’t say anything or follow you, but whatever, that’s good for your nervous heart.
Sure, you’re 100% comfortable around him now, but still, undressing next to a man that you just met? And your best friend’s sexy ass brother at that? Puh-lease…
And yeah, undressing in front of strangers in a changing room is normal and bathing in the nude in a damn onsen is to be expected, and you both being naked in front of each other is inevitable so you doing all of this is actually pretty fucking futile, but whatever!!!!
This is necessary for your well-being and so that you don’t pass out from a nervous breakdown.
But you can only pretend to take forever getting undressed for so long before you’re eventually butt-naked and only able to cover your waist with the towel that the onsen provides.
Damn.
You’re a filthy, degenerate, horny, and perverted homo gooner, sure, but you’re… only a whore with the guys you’ve slept with. In any other situation, such as this, you’re just a shy little boy… with your big cock making an obvious tent in front of your towel, but that’s neither here nor there.
…
Okay… with enough luck, you might have finished getting undressed first and could get into the water before Sukuna, so you might as well try heading on over to the hot spring room first. Yeah, that sounds good.
And so, with a deep breath and a pounding heart, you walk out of the changing room and into the room you and Sukuna agreed to try out.
And immediately, you find yourself stuck in place and enchanted.
At the same time
Sukuna is nervous.
And quite honestly, he’s not used to feeling this particular emotion when it comes to men.
But even in his blissful, somewhat still tipsy state, he finds his heart hammering in his chest and his mind wandering as he slides his yukata off his robust body and his Calvin Klein briefs down his strong legs, freeing his hefty and large cock and balls.
“... This is fine.” He says to himself. “I’ve been to onsens millions of times; this is genuinely nothing new to me.” He stands in the nude as he thinks. “But… never with my brother’s hot friend that I think I want more than sex from!”
He sighs and shakes his head as he wraps his towel around his waist, his muscles and fat cock making it already fight for life as it tries not to undo itself and fall to the ground.
“Nah, Sukuna, stop it with the pansy bullshit already.” He shakes his head. “You’re rich, you’re hot, and you’re buff. Why wouldn’t he want you back? You’re a goddamn dreamboat, so fucking act like it like you always do!”
If you reciprocate his interest, then you reciprocate his interest, and you can both kiss and be all lovey-dovey or whatever, and everything will be fine and dandy.
And if you don’t… well, he’s never had anyone reject him, so he never had to worry about it… and you know what, he isn’t gonna start now!
“Just… act like you always do, and things will work out.”
…
God, why does there have to be no service here? Talking to Toji would be so helpful right now.
… But then again, he’d probably just tell Sukuna to grab your ass and eat it, so maybe he wouldn’t be the best person to talk to…
..
Is he stalling as he talks to himself? Yes.
But as much as his mind is racing, his body is exhausted from a day full of nonstop travelling and exploring.
From driving from Tokyo to Aomori and with the travelling he did with you today, the hot bath is calling his name, and that exhaustion is what makes his legs finally start moving to the room he and you agreed to try out together.
And perhaps, with his confidence kicking in at the last second, he grabs his towel, hangs it around his shoulder, and lets his boys bounce and fly free as he walks.
And as soon as he walks into the room, he’s enchanted and is met with relaxing scents and warm steam.
When you walk in, the completely wooden interior of the room is what captures your mind first.
Then, it’s the faint light provided by the oil lanterns, then the large windows that let you look out into the dark snowiness, and finally, the large steaming pool in the middle of the room with nobody in it that enraptures your mind one by one.
The sight alone makes everything that you went through to get here absolutely worth it.
You don’t even remember the nervousness you felt a few seconds ago as the urge to just dip in fills your entire body.
… Well, it seems like you finished undressing before Sukuna did, as the room is empty right now.
With how late and empty this place is, it seems like he and you are the last guests who will be using the facilities tonight; that's perfect.
With a shaky sigh, you unwrap your towel and expose yourself to the steam.
It feels… fucking amazing already as you stand here and feel the warm steam dancing all over you.
But you don’t stand out too long, with the urge to dip in reaching maximum levels.
You fold your towel and leave it next to the pool, and after dipping your toes in the hot water to gauge the heat, you finally submerge yourself in the water you’ve been fantasizing about since the day you and Yuji made your reservation at this place hidden from the world.
“Ahhhh~ Fuck…” With noises and words coming out of you that sound… maybe not family-friendly, you close your eyes and immediately sink your body under the water up to your neck, feeling your joints and skin singing in glee. “Oh my god, this is everything I needed in life… I’m never going home, I don’t care…”
The water makes any worries you had melt like they were nothing, and God, you feel like you’re on top of the world right now…
“Mmm~” Any possibly pornographic noise that comes out of your mouth is completely out of your control, and you’re just glad there isn’t anyone here to hear-
And you kind of flailed like a still-alive fish being cooked in a boiling pot of water.
Also, your eyes are closed, but you can hear Sukuna laughing like a little boy during the entire thing.
God damn it, man.
…
You gather yourself and place your arms on the edge of the pool and hide your face in them, looking away from Sukuna’s direction in embarrassment.
“Ahem! Uh, yeah… the water is perfect, I’m really enjoying.” You say that nothing totally embarrassing happened. Please don’t mention it, please don’t mention it, PLEASE DON’T MENTION IT. “Man, I was probably gonna fall asleep in here if you didn’t come here when you did, heh.” Just get in the water and act like nothing happened, please…
Thankfully getting the message, he doesn’t mention your “fish out of water, despite being in water” cosplay yet. Instead, you hear his feet on the wet floor as he comes closer to the pool. “Oh, I know I’m gonna enjoy this. Hopefully, I won’t also make any hentai noises when I get in~.”
…
Okay, so the bitch didn’t get the message, and he wants to make you die in embarrassment when you’re both supposed to be enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of Aoni Onsen.
With an agitated huff, you turn around to look at him. “Okay, sure it was kind of funny but, you know you don’t have to mention- h-huhhh?”
…
……
………
Big.
Huge.
Gigantic.
Anaconda.
Great googily moogily.
That’s a big… that’s a big everything!
You stare, hopefully not slack-jawed and not too shellshocked, as Sukuna walks up to the pool with all the confidence in the world in all his naked and hypermasculine glory, with his towel hanging from his right shoulder.
As he walks, he walks with this confident sway in his hips, and because of the motion, you see the way his… fucking huge and thick cock and balls bounce and sway pornographically.
He isn’t even hard, but that thing is already a fucking torpedo!
Alright, so pink-haired men aren’t just easy to get along with; they also apparently are blessed with big dicks… noted.
But that huge cock isn’t the only big thing on Sukuna’s body; hell, you haven’t even gotten started on his big, in every sense of the word, body.
You knew since the first second you saw him today, when he was leaning against your bedroom doorway, that he was a buff and muscular man.
He was wearing a bunch of layers indoors, but even then, you could easily see his huge and powerful chest, his robust arms and shoulders, and his thunder thighs all subtly pushing against the fabric of his clothing.
But now, everything is bare and out for you to stare at and gulp as you do so.
Every muscle, every scar, every curve, every dip, and… every fucking tattoo!!!???
…
Holy fuck, you’re staring.
Holy shit, you’re literally staring at a naked man.
Holy fucking shit, you’re literally staring at your best friend’s naked brother who you literally just met and befriended today.
Holy fucking shitfuck, you’re being such a goddamn pervert!
Now, with your face reddening and your dick obviously getting hard (thankfully, it’s hard to see because of the steam and the water) from having such a perfect and ideal male specimen in front of you, your homosexual body and soul are malfunctioning.
And to do a factory reset, you do the first thing you think of, which is dumping your head in the water to clean your mind of the filthy thoughts that are piling up in your mind by the second.
Yes, dumping your head in an onsen is poor etiquette, but having a boner and staring at other people bathing like a pervert is much worse, you’d say, so this is fine!
…
Sukuna hasn’t even dipped a toe into the water yet.
Just like you, not that you noticed, he was staring back at you the whole time, wanting to see how you’d react.
And from what he has just witnessed, one thing is clear.
He had absolutely nothing to worry about.
“Oh, he liked what he saw.” He says to himself. “He liked what he saw real bad.”
He’s seen those looks in your eyes many times in other guys' eyes.
Eyes widening in shock, eyes roaming all over his body, sometimes starting down and travelling up or the other way around, and eyes that darken in hunger after seeing the entire meal.
He could never misinterpret looks like those. When a guy looks like him like that, he knows the prize is his for the taking.
“Well, that’s that then~.” He says in a singy-songy tone in his head. “M.C., thank you for giving me the go-ahead that I needed all day.”
…
That being said.
You’re different from his other conquests.
With them, he just wants to get to the fucking as quickly as possible.
But with the friendship you two have cultivated so quickly, he wants things to go differently.
He… can’t deny that he wants more than just sex with you.
And, in his mind, starting with sex… might not be the way to go with you.
He wants to connect with you with more than just your bodies, and going for a quick fuck right away doesn’t… sound right to him, surprisingly.
God, he just met you today, and you’re making him feel and think of things he rarely ever thought of!
What is it with you?
Why’re you different from all of his other conquests?
Is it just the circumstances and how you spent time together that made you different?
If it were another guy in your place and he did everything he did today with said other guy, would he feel the same way he feels right now?
Fuck, he doesn’t know.
But… maybe he doesn’t need to.
All he knows is that he likes your vibes and wants to get closer to you, and maybe that’s all he needs.
But… he needs to play it carefully and differently from what he’s used to doing.
He wants a deeper connection with you… not just a quick one-night stand. He wants more.
Now, he doesn’t know what this “more” would even look like… but he thinks he has to play it slow and smooth.
But… some flirting wouldn’t be too bad, right?
With you still shaking your head underwater, he laughs at the sight but starts submerging himself into the water when he sees you come up to breathe.
For your sake and not wanting to risk making you run out of the pool in embarrassment, he won’t say anything related to your silliness this time.
“Mmm… oh, fuckkkkk ye~ah~ Oh… I fucking needed this… mmM!” You know what, he was laughing at you for making pornographic noises in the hot water. But now that he’s in it, he gets why you made those noises. The sheer divine feeling of the hotness seeping into your joints just makes these noises come out of you, whether you like it or not. “Oh my go~oddd, this feels amazing…” Well, he also kind of wants to tease you by making borderline sex moans, so he’s kind of exaggerating the noises.
Still panting and catching your breath, you blush a deeper red from Sukuna’s voice. Is this what he sounds like during sex or something?
But… as horny as you unfortunately still are for this man, you’re also a bit of a petty bitch.
“Enjoying yourself there?” You ask sarcastically, repeating what he said earlier when you were getting lost in hot and steamy heaven.
He opens one eye to look at you, seeing your hair pushed behind and your shoulders hunched as you sit, looking absolutely ripe for the taking. “Oh yeah, I am.” He says with a relaxed sigh. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed everything I did today with you, but this easily takes the cake and is my highlight of the whole day.” He says, leaning back and resting his arms at his side, propping his elbows up on the edge of the pool.
In that pose, you see his musculature in higher definition, but also the manly bush of hair in his armpits. Fuck, he’s truly a real man. Muscles and body hair, god damn it, he’s a prime male specimen.
But you have to talk back to him; you can’t stare at him in silence again, so you quickly reply. “Oh no, I totally get you. All that travelling and sightseeing was 100% worth it, and I do plan on even more of it on this trip, but this?” You say as you gesture to the wooden room. “I’m gonna remember this for a long time.”
“Yeah, you get it.” He says with a light chuckle. “But you know what I also like about being here?”
“What?” You say with curiosity.
“Being naked.” He says bluntly.
“U-uh… Sorry, what?” You say, stumbling your words a bit? “What… do you mean by that?”
“Heh, cute reaction~.” He notes to himself. “Damn, you’re so obvious here. Obviously, I said that to tease you and… maybe get your blood racing as well.”
On the outside, though, he gives a different answer. “Eh, it’s just nice to strip all the thick layers I was wearing today off and just feel the water all over my skin.” He explains with a shrug. “But it’s not just that. You know how I’m a bodyguard for a CEO, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, at my job, I have to wear these tight and stuffy black suits all day. Trust me, getting naked in my bedroom after a long day of doing my job is already euphoric, but stripping here and submerging myself in this blissful heat?” He says with a delighted sigh and two thumbs-up. “I might leave this place a changed man! Whew~”
“Heh, it’s kind of hard imagining you in a black suit.” You say resting your head on your arms and looking at him from the side. “But I guess that’s because I’ve only ever seen you in what you wore today. Now I’m curious what you’d look like… Probably like Yakuza grunt with all those tattoos you have, heh…”
Honestly, you really want to ask the story behind those tattoos he has, especially the ones on his face that you’ve never seen on anyone else before.
But… something tells you that that’s a story for another time, another chapter in your story with him, perhaps. You’ve only just met after all, and some things really do take time.
“Oh, please don’t even get me started.” He says with a bitter laugh. “I’ve heard that word moreeee than enough times in my life. But, back to the suits, though, I mean, they do look good, and they make my body look fucking killer, but… they get so stuffy, man.”
“Hm… now that we’re talking about it, I can’t help but, for some reason, try imagining Yuji wearing a suit.” You say, closing your eyes as you try to visualize the image. But for some reason, nothing appears. “Nope, all I’ve ever seen him wear is hoodies, ripped jeans, and sweatpants. I can’t even picture a faint image in my head.”
“Hah! If you think I’m not a fan of suits, just try telling Yuji to wear one even as a joke. He’d stare at you in disgust for a week straight for asking something so offensive to him.” He says with a laugh.
“Oh? What’s the story there?”
“Heh, so our dad once took us to one of his friends’ weddings when Yuji and I were just kids, yeah? He must’ve been like 10 at the time, but some stupid kids accidentally ran past us while we were in the line for the food table. One of them ended up pushing Yuji into one of the little pools, and holy shit, he just kept crying and crying and crying because he hated the feeling of a wet suit.” He’s laughing like an idiot at the silly memory. “Tou-san tried making Yuji wear suits after that incident, but man, the brat that can run faster than the speed of light… Tou-san just gave up after a few more tries.”
You can’t help but shake your head at your best friend, who isn't even here to defend himself. “God, that sounds like something he’d do, alright…” You laugh as well, though. “Guess I’ll just have to stick to trying to visualize what he’d look like in a suit…”
“Oh, c’mon now, you’re talking to his beloved nii-chan, remember?” He says with a finger guns and a wink. “I have every possible photo of that little bugger in my possession, for sentimental purposes and blackmail~.”
“So what I’m hearing is, you’ll show me a bunch of them later, right?”
“And you don’t even need to ask.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Sounds like you won the jackpot.
After listening and laughing at a few more silly and embarrassing stories about your best friend from the perfect person to get said stories from, you close your eyes and rest your head on the edge of the pool. “God, I’ve only known him for two years, and I thought I already had too many embarrassing stories about him. My collection is nothing compared to yours, though!” You say with both envy and admiration. Makes sense that an older brother would know these things, though.
“Hah, I could quite literally go on and on and on about that brat and his ridiculous childhood and teenage years.” He says before mirroring your pose and sighing. “Hah, I hope he’s feeling at least a little better by now…”
“Yeah… me too.” You say wistfully, suddenly missing the other pink-head. “He’s having fun with our dads, though, which can put our hearts at ease. I am still a bit sad that he couldn’t come here, though…”
…
“Hopefully… I was a good enough substitute, though?” Sukuna asks, hesitation suddenly tinging his tone. “I know you were excited to spend the whole day with Yuji, but… I do hope you were able to enjoy today with hopefully just as much fun as you would have if you spent it with him.” He says wholeheartedly. “Obviously, spending a day with a man you just met is gonna feel way different from a day with your best friend, but y’know…” He trails off.
...
Fuck, you didn’t mean to make him feel this inadequate or something when you said that.
Fuck, you don't like that defeated look on his face.
You need to make things right and make sure he doesn’t misunderstand anything.
“Sukuna…” You start. “Because of you, I was able to still do everything I wanted to do today, and because of that, I’m thankful for you. And sure, I could’ve just done everything on my own, but I wouldn’t have had the same fun that I had with you specifically if I had gone solo.” You’re speaking from the heart, desperate to get your feelings of gratitude across. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t do enough or I didn’t have enough fun with you just because you aren’t Yuji. But you don’t need to do any comparing. If I went with him, we would’ve had our own type of fun, the same way you and I, today, had our own type of fun, the only kind that comes with getting to know each other.”
You desperately hope he’s getting what you’re trying to say.
“You made today special in a way only you could, because, well, you’re you, and I got to enjoy all of your specific and personal quirks, ways of talking, and humour, among other charming things.” It honestly feels good to get these feelings out and to put them into words. “Sorry if I rambled too much or got… a bit too cheesy, but I really mean it when I say that I had fun with you and just… thanks.”
…
…..
…….
“I think I like this boy…” is all Sukuna says in his head after hearing your heartfelt words of gratitude towards him.
“M.C… Wow…” His heart feels warm and full. “I know that earlier I said you have a way with words, but, damn, you’re really desperate to prove me right, huh?” He can’t help but grin at knowing you had a good day because… “I feel the same way, too. You said it perfectly. I probably could’ve enjoyed a day like this just as well with any of my other friends, but, yeah, we had fun in a way only two strangers like us could have, with all of the learning about each other and getting used to each other’s quirks and eccentricities.”
He really does mean it.
“Thanks to you too, M.C…” His heart is pounding. “I’m… really fucking glad this trip happened, haha. Trust me, when I was driving in, I deadass would’ve never thought I’d be somewhere like here tonight. I thought I was gonna just get piss drunk at some local bar, and while I plan on doing that still, I’m happy with how this day went.”
Little does he know, your heart feels warm and full the same way his does. And more than that… your feelings are the same as his.
But neither of you approach that topic yet; you're both content with just enjoying the warm water and the good vibes in the air.
…
But after a few more minutes of comfortable silence, along with the pruning of both of your skin and you both yawning, you both feel that it's time to get out of the water and head to bed.
“Ohhhh, man, I…I just realized I’ve been on the move ever since I left Minato City, and I’m really fucking tired…” He says, his voice tired from a full day of talking, driving, and moving. “I’m gonna sleep like a fucking baby though. And thank God, because I’ve been needing that.
“Ditto.” You echo his sentiments. “After relaxing in the water for all this time, I definitely caught myself dozing off and almost dropping my face into the water…” You finish talking with another long-lasting and loud yawn.
“Let’s head back to our room, then?”
“Yes, please…”
And so, with your joints satisfied, your skin pruned yet glowing, and your hearts feeling grateful and fuzzy, you both step out of the hot bath, wrap your towels around your waists, and head to the male changing room.
While putting on your yukatas and underwear, you both also use this room and time to do the necessary nightly tasks of brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, and doing your skincare routine.
As you and Sukuna were getting ready for bed, you were both yawning so loudly that you swore the other guests might’ve heard you two multiple times, which resulted in both of you laughing at each other because of how ridiculous your yawns sounded.
But eventually, with you both clean, relaxed, and fucking exhausted, you both walk to your room, eager to plop on your futons and start snoring the night away.
You and Sukuna’s cozy little room is warmed by an oil heater, and the oil lanterns dimly light up the room just enough for you both to see and look around, and get your futons ready, while also not overwhelming your tired eyes.
You and Sukuna place your futons on opposite sides of the room, but it's a relatively small room, so you’re both still sort of close to each other anyway.
You both placed your futons on opposite sides of the room out of respect for each other’s personal space and privacy, but you’re both unaware that you would both love to just place your futons next to each other and just be close.
Oh, the beautiful tragedies and missed opportunities that untold feelings can cause…
Regardless, you both immediately snuggle into your warm and comfortable futons, ready to take a break from the world of the living for a bit, keeping the lanterns on as you both like the dim lighting they provide.
… As you both lie in silence, the entire day plays through both of your minds like a movie.
Sukuna walking into your bedroom, him enjoying and praising your baked oats, you both talking in his car as he drove, the Tsugaru Winter Stove train ride, and you and him eating delicious food and bathing together here at Aoni Onsen… it was perfect.
It wasn’t the day you expected it to be, but it didn’t need to be.
It was fun, and that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
But unbeknownst to you, Sukuna is thinking the same thoughts as you in his head.
And like you two are in a movie or something, you both turn to each other and-
“Sukuna?”
“M.C.?”
… end up saying each other’s names at the same time.
This ends up making you two tiredly laugh, not too loudly though, since you don’t want to disturb nearby guests.
“Sorry, you go first.” Sukuna says.
“Oh, I just really wanted to say that I truly had an amazing time with you today, and I wanted to thank you again.”
“Pfft. Damn, you read my mind or something? I was just about to say the same thing.” Sukuna says with a shaking of his head. “Then, let me say this. I’m glad I met you today, M.C.”
…
Fuck… you… might actually like this guy even if you just met him this morning…
“... I- wow. Thanks, Sukuna. I’m glad I met you today as well…”
With a happy hum and another yawn, Sukuna closes his eyes and rests his arms behind his head. “Thanks, that... means a lot. Well, I’m gonna pass out now, my boss and God know that I need some rest.” He yawns once more. “Good night, M.C. Let’s have some more fun on this trip together.” He promises.
Well, seems like he’s reading your mind now. “It’s a promise.” You say wholeheartedly. “Good night, Sukuna. I’ll see you in the morning,”
And with that, you both quickly end up falling asleep after such a jam-packed day full of fun, internal chaos, and feelings developing so fucking quickly.
But it was a perfect day, and you’re glad it happened, despite the circumstances.
Ryoumen Sukuna, huh?
Just one day with him and you already feel yourself falling for his charm, snark, sweetness, and of course, his handsomeness.
What will tomorrow bring?
How will your friendship develop as the trip continues?
Obviously, you don’t have an answer to that question, but… You don’t need one yet.
You like how things are going and feeling, and despite the coldness outside, you’ve been feeling nothing but warmth ever since you met him.
Summary:
An impromptu winter vacation to a place you've never thought of with those you hold dear.
So far, it's been nothing but smiles, joy, and laughter as your best friend acts like a lovable idiot as always, with you going along with his nonsense in this place far from home.
That being said, and as always, life loves to throw the unexpected at you, for worse and perhaps for the better?
Though it begs the question, is this going to be one of those Hallmark Christmas movies you hear about?
word count: 13.k words
what to expect: you and your bestie yuji survive exam season, cute xmas moments with your bestie yuji and his family, he has a brother?, fuck yuji is sick now, wait he has a hot brother???, surprise phone sex scene out of nowhere?, ... who is this hot ass guy standing at the doorstep???
author's note: xmas/holiday fic in march?? it took me months to finish... life got crazy but it's finally done and ready <3
yes, this was supposed to be an au/special episode for my main fic but as always with everything i do, i went extra and ended up making a whole ass story... anyways, hope u enjoy xmas vibes in march teehee <3
Another note: The reader is referred to as "M.C." for Main/Male Character. Y/N is cringe to me. Just imagine that "M.C." is your name, thanks.
Even after a few mornings of waking up next to the window in your room with the curtains open and spending many hours exploring this brand new world, these sights and visual spectacles have not yet lost their allure and beauty to you.
The sparkle from the falling snow that captivates you as you watch the sunrise every morning, the cloud of steam rising from your cup of fresh tea flying away as the outside breeze dances away with it while you sit on the porch, and the sound of the wooden cabin creaking, whether it be from the footsteps of people inside or from the cold, these seemingly normal and mundane things for others have become blissful occurrences that you’re still finding novelty in and are cherishing in your little winter getaway.
Snow crunches under your slippers to remind you how far you are from home, your cheeks and the tip of your nose redden from the chill of the air, and your warm breath turns into a wispy little cloud as it meets the cold air.
These sounds and feelings are still new, and you like that you’re still conscious of their unfamiliarity.
Just reaching 11 AM now, the skies are abundant with grey clouds and continuous snowfall without an inch of sunlight to be seen. This may be gloomy and depressing for some, but for you, it’s peaceful, solitary, and it makes you feel safe in a way.
In all of its greyness and frigidity, you find yourself in a world different from the one you’re used to.
For a while now, all you’ve known are city lights by the millions, numerous people living their lives and filling the streets as they head to wherever it is they’re going, and the concrete jungle known as Tokyo that stretches far and beyond.
Now, you love Tokyo, of course. You’ve made great memories, you’re building your career bit by bit, and the convenience of having everything you need be super close by is quite nice.
But for a soul like yours that’s shyer than most, the tall buildings, endless crowds, and unending auditory stimulation can become too much sometimes, and you find yourself frequently hiding in the dark of your apartment as a result.
But here?
It’s almost as if the life you lived before never even happened.
It’s like your life is beginning again, somehow.
On the porch of this cozy cabin in a snowy little grove where it’s just the shade of white, trees taller than life, and bodies of water frozen in time, it’s like you’re the only person in the world.
And while some may abhor that feeling and feel despair from the complete isolation that being in the middle of nowhere can bring, not only is it okay for you, it feels just right.
When it’s just you and your thoughts in your apartment, it can feel suffocating at times.
Sometimes when you’re up at night in your little room, it can because you’re studying your ass off or lying in bed and thinking about too many things like your uncertain future, when you’ll find your next boyfriend, or other annoying but common thought pieces.
Now of course, you love your apartment religiously, and you always go there to feel safe and to recharge, but those four walls can sometimes feel like a locked box rather than a safe space.
But here, your thoughts, imaginations, and daydreams feel more like a morning radio broadcast that entertains you as you drink your tea before preparing for another day of seeing what this snowy wonderland will bring you today.
It’s only been a few days since your winter getaway started, yet you still have so many things here to see, experience, and enjoy.
While spending your winter break in one of the snowiest places in the world wasn’t something you planned, nor would you have probably ever even thought of doing, you have a certain someone to thank for bringing you here.
One Week Ago
As soon as you close your apartment door, you close the blackout curtains to shut away the world, turn on the lamp next to your bedside table, and flop next to the person on your bed who’s already plopped lazily and not moving at all to the point of looking like a corpse.
You both lie next to each other in the dimly lit darkness, not saying anything but sighing at most as you both come back to Earth.
Although it may be just 3 PM, and although the world outside your apartment is sunny with blue skies, full of life, and bustling in general, you and Yuji feel like you just came back from World War Z.
And quite honestly, you pretty much did because you and Yuji just finished your very last exam of the semester.
Exam season is like a never-ending and treacherous battle.
It’s full of continuous, sleepless nights full of notes, books, almost dead laptops, and sighs that wordlessly say that you’re questioning your life decisions.
It’s full of days where you forget to eat or drink water, and fuck, you’ve even gone days without jerking off or asking Yuji for a quickie because you’ve been way too tired, stressed, and/or full of caffeine, sugar, and cortisol to even think of sex, men, or huge cocks!
But with you and Yuji’s last exam done… the battle is over, and while you both feel like and look like absolute death and like the angels and devils are about to fight over you to take you to Heaven or Hell right now… the victory you’ll feel when you wake up from a 3-day hibernation will be nothing but euphoric and worth all the suffocating suffering.
After a few more minutes full of sighs and quiet breaths, you gently punch Yuji’s shoulder, which gets a tired “Huhhhhhh~?” from your dozing best friend.
“So…” You softly speak, not wanting to disturb the peace amidst the darkness. “Another semester that we survived, huh?” It’s a lazy way to say congratulations to your friend, but you’re also sleep-deprived and delirious, so fair enough.
Yuji simply tiredly chuckles and shakes his head at how you’re somehow still able to even talk, even though you and he have been awake for almost three days. “Yes… We… are somehow alive, hehe…” Even though he’s extremely tired and actually close to either passing out or passing away, he still musters up enough remaining strength to turn onto his side to look at you and give you a tired grin with closed eyes.
...
Though your heart melts from that smile of his that never gets old, it also tightens and shatters from seeing how deep and dark his eye bags have gotten after this always stressful time in your lives. You’re sure you look no better, but this is Itadori Yuji! Without fail, he’s always shiningly vibrant, vivaciously bubbly, mischievous to a fault, and his brown eyes are never not radiant and full of life, so seeing him like this fills your equally tired self with the urge to comfort and care for your best friend after he worked so hard.
“Aw, Yuji…”
You gently cradle his face in both of your hands to give him a comforting touch. With his eyes still closed, he immediately makes a cute and satisfied yet still deep and grumbly noise as he leans into your touch. “Look at you…” You gently trace the dark lines under his eyes with your thumbs. “You worked so, so hard.” He whines like a tired puppy. “Look what the rigorous and evilllll~ academic system did to my precious little baby boy…” You say lightheartedly with a soft laugh.
He’s so tired that he wasn’t sure if he could muster up the brainpower to even think of anything to say, but your playful coddling manages to bring him enough life to open his eyes, even if it’s only for a few more minutes before he really drifts off for days.
He looks at you with those exhausted brown eyes, but now that they’re open, you can see the relief and triumph he must surely be feeling after such a stressful and anxiety-riddled time in your lives.
As lazy as Yuji’s approach to school can appear on the outside, when it really comes down to it, and it’s just the two of you sitting at your living room table, with empty cans of energy drinks and empty instant ramen bowls looking like piles of corpses and books and notes as far as the eye can see, he makes it known that he doesn’t just want to succeed, he wants to stand above the rest. It’s just in his competitive spirit.
He lets a tired sigh as he nuzzles some more into your comforting touch. “Heh, I feel like I’m gonna be having multiple nightmares today and that I’m gonna wake up in a cold sweat next to you. Imagine that, going to sleep just to dream that you’re back at campus taking a fucking exam… I really hope my brain won’t be that cruel…”
You laugh at his words, his deep and exhausted rasp sounding way too cute. “Even if you do, I’ll be next to you all the way. I stayed by your side at the most stressful of times, and I’ll still be here as we… recover from our annual traumatic season.” You gently pinch his cheeks, not enough to hurt, but enough to make him smile, which is all you want to see from your best friend right now.
He looks into your equally tired eyes, touched by your words until he… starts to laugh a bit.
“... What? Did I say something stupid?” You know you’re tired, but you spoke from the heart, not exactly saying anything funny.
“Ehehe~ No, no, M.C., it’s just… Hah, your eyebags look gnarly!~” He says teasingly.
…
Oh, so he’s somehow not tired enough to make fun of you?
And here you were, giving himself some very well-deserved TLC…
With blank eyes and all the strength you can muster, you pinch his cheeks once more, this time with the intent to cause pain.
Immediately, Yuji yelps exhaustedly, but is too tired to move away from you, so he just endures his deserved punishment and whines from the pain.
“Owww… O-ow!” He looks at you with puppy dog eyes that, to your dismay, melt your heart and stop his punishment. “I’m sorryyyyy~ C-c’mon, heh. Lemme have some fun, alright?”
“Whatever, you. Act cheeky again, and you’re sleeping on the floor.” You rub his cheeks that you just inflicted pain on.
He just chuckles, looking goofily cute with his smooshing cheeks that make his face look silly. “Yesssir!”
You both laugh deliriously and sleepily at the silly little antics that you both get into, even at the brink of temporary death.
As dead inside as you are at the moment, it’s times like these you’re grateful to have such a partner and best friend like Yuji. You’re not sure how you would’ve managed to survive exam season if he weren’t suffering by your side, and you’re glad that you can now enjoy your winter break without thinking about school for even just a few weeks. Luckily, your last exam today is a week before Christmas, so you have plenty of time to decide what you should do.
...
Hm, speaking of…
“Um, Yuji?”
His eyes were closed in bliss, relishing the feeling of your hands caressing his face. “Mhmm?~”
“We’ve both been thinking of nothing but exams, grades, and school rankings for the past few weeks, so it’s a given that we haven’t even spoken about it, but what are you doing for winter break and Christmas?” You ask curiously.
Sure, he's your best friend, and best friends tell each other everything, but again, you both have had your minds occupied elsewhere for quite some time…
He keeps his eyes closed, just nuzzling into your touch and humming idly, almost like your words will reach him at a later date, almost like a bad Wi-Fi connection. “Mmm…. Christmas?”
“... Yes? That’s what I just said.” You’ll cut him some slack; he deserves to act dumb for a bit as his brain has been on overdrive for the past few weeks.
“Mmm… Christmas… Christmas… Jingle Bells… Santa… The Pokémon Christmas Special Episodes…” He says almost as if he’s sleep-talking. You’re actually convinced that he is sleep-talking until-
“Ah!” As if he got reactivated with an electric charge. His tired eyes open more, and he looks at you with some excitement. “That’s right, we’re on winter break now! We’re free! Yay!!!” He says joyously, cutely kicking his feet despite his bulky body and grown age.
“Hehe, yes, yes, Yuji, we’re finallyyyy free. But, c’mon,” You gently pat his cheeks to get his attention back, the pink-haired man tiredly wiggling in excitement as he finally realizes he’s free. “I asked what you have planned, if anything.”
He settles down before talking. “Mhm, right. But, uh, before I answer, though, can I ask if you have anything planned?” He bounces your question back with curious eyes.
Hmm… you’re sure why he couldn’t just answer first, but whatever.
“Eh… before exams started, my dad and I were going back and forth about whether I should go back home for a bit to visit him or if he could stay here with me in my apartment for Christmas and New Year’s, but we never did actually reach a final decision… You know how he and I are rarely ever able to make a final decision on anything together.” You say, shaking your head exasperatedly.
“Ah, yes… tale as old as time…” Yuji says affectionately. “Well, I guess that means you… don’t have anything planned then.”
“Pre~tty much, yeah. He and I spent so much time going back and forth instead of planning that we both don’t know what to do.”
“I see, I see…” He says, listening intently.
But then his voice takes on a more proposing tone. “Well… I wanted you to answer the question first because just in case you didn’t have anything planned… I was going to ask if you wanted to spend Christmas break with my family and me!”
Hm?
“Oh, really? Would Jin-san be okay with that?” Yuji’s father was always kind to you whenever he was in the area, so you know he’d be okay with it, but it still felt like something you should ask.
“Puhhh-lease! He asked if you’d want to join us before I could even suggest the idea! Believe me, he might want you there even more than me, and that’s saying a lot!” He said jokingly. “Ah, you should invite your dad to join us as well! My dad said verbatim that it’d be nice for him if there was another old guy around.”
That gets a laugh from you. “Oh, c’mon, Jin-san is anything but an old man. He still looks like he could blend in at our school!” You say light-heartedly. “But that is sweet of him to think of me. I appreciate it.”
“Ugh, I know, right? People keep asking if he’s my brother when we’re out together. It’s kind of creepy…” He jokingly shivers. “But yeah, I figured I’d ask because I think it would be superrrr funnnn and I’d loveeeee to spend Christmas with youuuu, and I’d loveeee to go travelling with youuuuu.” He says like a child asking his father for candy and pushes his face closer to yours.
You chuckle and push his face away as he laughs. “... Hm? Wait, travelling?” That particular word caught your attention. “Yuji, what exactly did your family plan for Christmas?”
“...?” He tilts his head at your words before realizing his mistake. “Aw fuck, I forgot to give details, didn’t I? Damn… well, can’t blame a sleep-deprived man too much, yeah?” He snickers before continuing. “Well, before exam season started, I told my dad that I wanted to do something or even go somewhere where I could just completely forget absolutely everything to do with school. Somewhere where I can act like everything we just went through never even happened.”
“Yeah?” You listen intently.
“After hearing me out, my dad ended up telling me the day after that we have an entire cabin somewhere in Aomori Prefecture rented out and that we’ll be spending our winter vacation there. And well, there ya have it, hehe.”
…
Aomori Prefecture?
Damn, that’s… pretty different from Tokyo, alright.
“Aomori?” The name is unfamiliar to your tongue, as you’ve never encountered a time when you ever had to say it out loud until now. “From what little I do know, that’s one of the snowiest places in the world and very much so rural country yeehaw vibes… I’ve never been there yet, obviously. To be honest, I never think of its existence either. That’s an interesting decision on Jin-san’s part, I’ll say.” You try to remember all the little tidbits you can about one of Japan’s northernmost prefectures.
“Yeah, none of my family’s ever been either, and honestly, I did think my dad was being a bit extra when he made the decision. But… the more I thought about it, the more I ended up wanting to go. It’s 100% going to be different from everything I’ve gotten used to here in the big city or back home in Sendai, but that’s what I wanted. A chance to reset and live a different life, even if only for a little bit.” Yuji truly does sound excited for it, and it makes you happy hearing his voice in that tone after hearing him sigh, whine, groan, and complain for weeks now.
“Oh, but, M.C… if it doesn’t feel like your vibe or it’s not something you’d be interested in, please don’t feel pressured to do. We all earned our winter break and should spend it how we think best.” He says kindly.
You sigh from the look in his eyes. “Yuji… you say that, but I can see that you’re literally begging me to go from your eyes alone.”
… He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to look at you with those big, precious brown eyes of his…
…
“C’mon, Yuji…” You start softly. “You’re acting like I said no, when I didn’t even say anything yet…”
That makes him sit up excitedly.
“Wait, does that mean- AGH!…. f-fuck…” He yelps and falls back onto his back from how tired and sore his body is, forgetting the state he’s in.
“A-ahem… does that mean you’ll go?” He says softly. “You wanna spend winter break with your best friend for life?” Pfft, he sounds like a little kid.
…
Well.
Going somewhere up north, like Aomori, wasn’t even on your bucket list, let alone a potential travel destination for winter vacation.
But… maybe that’s more reason for you to go.
Sure, it’s a place you basically know nothing about, but… that also means that it’s a place for you to discover new things, see new sights, and make memories you’d never be able to make if you don’t take the chance to go…
Not having any expectations means having more ways to be surprised.
And besides, as much as you love your little apartment… spending your winter break potentially by yourself in the room where, for the past few weeks, you’ve agonized over academics, grades, and all that shit doesn’t sound like the best of times. It actually sounds quite sad if you think about it.
You don’t have a reason to say no. And honestly, you didn’t think of saying no to begin with.
…
“Well… if you guys’ll have my dad and me… I’d love to go on a trip with you guys as well.” You say, already excited for what’s to come.
Yuji’s eyes, exhausted and littered with dark lines, immediately light up, but before he can say anything or exclaim his happiness and excitement, you put a finger to his lips.
“But please, please, please tell me we aren’t leaving tomorrow or anything like that. You and I both need three days minimum to sleep and recover from the horrors we just experienced!” You remove your finger from his lips, and his next sentences come out with the speed of an Eminem rap verse.
“Oh oh oh oh, don’t worry, M.C., I already told my dad to give us three days to recover so we can rest and leave when we’re ready. Fuck, now I’m really excited! I mean, I was already excited a little after my dad told me about it, but now I get to experience and enjoy winter break with my family AND my best friend?! Fuck yeah! It’s gonna be so fun! Before we go, we need to research where to go, where to eat, what attractions there are, what kind of shops there are, and what kind of places we can take pictures. Oh! And I also want to go to an-” Alright, as cute as his excitement is, you need to put your finger on his lips again, far too tired to be overstimulated with his word salads.
“Okay, okay, big boy. I’m excited too, but let’s not get too crazy, yeah?” You say as you chuckle exasperatedly. “Before we go to bed, I’ll text my dad the plan, and we can see if he’ll be down to go. I’m sure he’ll come; he’s not one to turn down vacations.”
“Hehe, okay sounds good~” Yuji’s a very excited boy right now. “Actually, I should text my dad too to let him know that you two will be coming. He’ll be stoked!”
You chuckle and let the pink-haired boy do his thing as you send a quick text to your father before putting your phone down beside you to look up at the dark ceiling.
Yuji’s words, as he speaks to himself, slowly fade away as you get lost in your mind.
…
Aomori, huh?
What... can you expect there?
What will you do there?
What will you experience?
What places will you see?
And just maybe… who might you meet there?
Countless questions and possible scenarios dance around and make noise in your mind, much like leaves rustling in a tree in the wind.
But this time, rather than your thoughts consisting of possible questions on an exam sheet and scenarios like you failing and falling out of the top rankings, you’re now thinking about what foods you might eat, what the more rural area of Japan would look like, and what experiences might come your way.
It’s… refreshing, honestly.
Though your mind is still racing like before, it’s for an entirely different reason.
And you love it.
It’s a different type of rush.
One that makes you feel like you’re flying freely instead of running to safety.
…
But soon enough, the exhaustion that naturally comes from being in battle mode 24/7 and from being awake for three days straight comes back and is here to bring you to the world of slumber once and for all.
“I’m gonna finally go to sleep now, alright, Yuji?” You say softly, and he’s too excited to even hear you.
As you close your eyes, Yuji’s little rambles to himself act as a lullaby. His deep and groggy voice lulls you to bed, and you feel your body truly relaxing for the first time.
“Alright, so with all the people we have going on the trip… who’s going to stay in which bedrooms? There are only three bedrooms in the cabin Otou-san rented, so… he and M.C.’s dad can be in one, M.C. and I can share one, and nii-chan can take the last one… okay, perfect! That should work!” But then his voice lowers. “Hmm, but nii-chan will be joining us later since he has stuff with his job that he can’t avoid. That’s alright, he’ll be joining us righttt before Christmas, so it’s all good-”
Yuji’s then interrupted by a yawn that lasted way too long, escaping his mouth. “Right, I just survived three days of sleep and endless stress. Yeah… I’m gonna go to sleep now.” He says with finality before he moves closer to you and big-spoons you. “Good night~ Let’s have the best winter vacation ever, okay~?” And not even five seconds later, he’s snoring softly.
Mmm… as always, his big arms and strong chest feel perfect. Exactly what you need after everything you’ve been through.
…
So there you have it, huh?
A winter vacation getaway with the people you hold dear sounds like the perfect way to heal your tired soul.
But until then, all you can do is sleep and look forward to what’s to come.
You don’t know what to expect, but you find excitement and wonder in that.
This winter vacation may very well be something to remember.
And so, you finally drift off to sleepy town in the warm embrace of your best friend, excited that when you wake up, you’ll both be getting ready to go up north, where the snow banks are high, and the trees are covered in sparkly white.
…
Wait.
…?
Yuji has a brother?
Getting your bags packed after you and Yuji woke up after your three-day hibernation was a bit of a hectic process. Neither of you exactly had what you needed to bring for your several-week-long vacation in the snowy north in either of your closets, so you both had to do some last-minute shopping before hopping on a train bound for the northern prefecture.
You needed thick jackets, winter boots, and mittens… which are things you never exactly needed that badly in your daily lives, but were absolutely not going to go to Aomori without.
But after some last-minute shopping and gift buying, you and Yuji got on the train with no problems and headed up north, where you’d both meet up with your dads.
The two-hour-ish train ride was fairly nice and peaceful. Yuji slept the whole way with his head on your shoulder and wrapped around your arm like a koala while you got back to tackling Pokémon Ranger Shadows of Almia on your 3DS with the faintest of sunlight sneaking through the cracks in the clouds above warming the side of your face without blinding you.
What was nice was that the train was almost barren, so you didn’t have to worry too much about other passengers glaring in your direction whenever Yuji opened his mouth and started snoring a bit too loudly. Though you still had to shut his mouth whenever he started, as the noise could be heard through your earbuds with his face so close to your own.
As soon as you and Yuji took your footsteps out of the Aomori train station, the first things you noticed were the cold blast of wind that gave you shivers and goosebumps, and the sheets of white that covered the ground, the tops of cars and buildings, and the mountains beyond.
It was immediately new to you, and while the brisk cold did make you cling to your friend’s side for warmth, the unfamiliarity of everything around you was more refreshing if anything.
You felt elated to finally be in Aomori… and you then felt a murderous malice spread throughout your soul after Yuji left your side to chuck a snowball that landed dead center on your face.
From his raucous laughter, you knew damn fucking well he’d been wanting to do something like that ever since you became best friends, but that’s neither here nor there.
Besides, you later got your revenge by shoving a handful of fresh snow down the front of his boxers when you two were alone. Hah… seeing him fall to the ground as he held his dick with both of his hands as he whined about how cold his dick and balls were was a sight you’ll cherish forever.
Your first order of business in Aomori was taking another train and bus to the cabin Jin rented for your vacation. Your dads got there ahead of time to check out the place and to buy snacks and groceries in preparation for everyone else, so now they’ve just been waiting on everyone else.
One thing you and Yuji knew was damn certain was that your dads already had a great start to their amazing winter vacation if the drunken selfies, along with the blurry photos of empty cans that Jin sent to Yuji, were anything to go by. You know you said Jin was anything but an old man, but that was very old man core, you had to admit.
When you and Yuji finally reached your destination after an exhausting day of travelling, which was, of course, full of admiring and absorbing the new, snowy, and rural sights of Aomori by the window, you immediately had your breath taken away by the grandiose sight.
Tucked away and guarded and surrounded by an evergreen abundance of trees and ever-white layers of snow was a larger-than-life wooden cabin decorated to the nines in Christmas decorations and lights.
You had sparkles in your eyes, and your heart pumped excitedly as you wondered what the inside was going to look like when you escaped from the cold's embrace.
But also, from looks alone, you could tell that renting this place, not just for a night but for weeks, must have cost a fortune.
As far as you’re aware… Yuji never told you that his family was secretly rich rich or anything like that, but you just assumed that Jin must have gotten some insane promotion at work or something and is making big bucks now because you can’t think of any other explanation of how Yuji’s family was able to afford staying at a place like this.
When you and Yuji approached the doorway, Jin and your father immediately burst out of the front door on their bare feet to hug both of you. It had been a while since you’d seen Jin, but even longer since you’d seen your father, so your heart felt very warm and full from the reunion.
When the two older men who are supposed to be smarter and wiser than you two started feeling their feet stinging from being bare and buried in snow, they grabbed your hands and quickly dragged you two inside and away from the winter chill.
And you still remember the awe you felt when you took your first steps into the cabin and saw the abundance of festive yet cozy green, red, and white throughout the house.
With wooden walls and ceilings, lights in abundance, wreaths galore, handmade and adorable animal decorations and statues throughout, a fireplace with cozy couches, bean bag chairs and blankets all around it, a record player playing jazzy holiday classics, and a thoughtfully decorated grand Christmas tree for all to behold, this was the epitome of a Hallmark Christmas movie house.
And though it was grandiose and full of colour and life, it wasn’t overwhelming in the slightest, and you immediately wanted nothing more than to take off all your winter gear and sleep near the fireplace like a cat from the cozy vibes all around you.
But before you could do so, your fathers suggested you two go to bed early after your day of travelling, and then you can all figure out what to do after. It sounded like the perfect idea to you two, so you both went to the bedroom that you and Yuji would be sharing. And with another hug to each of you, they sent you two off to bed early like you were little boys again, typical dad stuff.
Now, as someone who sees decorating your space as an art form that should be taken seriously and as a form of wellness and self-care, you were immensely pleased with the dark red, soft white, and dark brown colour scheme your room had. It worked perfectly with the wooden walls and the soft and warm lighting, and you immediately felt warm, safe, and comfortable from the sight alone.
And with you two immediately shedding your winter gear off and snuggling close together under the soft duvet and making perhaps the most satisfied noises you’d ever make in your lives, you and Yuji ended your first day in Aomori very early, eager to see what your winter vacation would look like so forth.
And since then, your life had been playing like the special bonus Christmas episode in some anime, where you, Yuji, and your fathers explored Aomori Prefecture like kids in a candy store.
The morning after your arrival, over cups of warm tea, miso soup, tamagoyaki, and grilled fish with rice and with the sight of fresh snow outside the window, Jin informed you and Yuji that Aomori is famous for plenty of things, but one stands above the rest: their apples. That immediately got you and Yuji intrigued, and somehow your stomachs growled even as you filled them.
As such, the first thing you did with high expectations as a group was visit A-Factory, a marketplace for you to stock up on more snacks as well as eat your heart away. Funnily enough, you and Yuji could have visited the place as soon as you got to Aomori, since it was only a one-minute walk away from the station, but whatever, the trip back was another chance for you to see anything you might have missed on the first trip to the cabin.
Obviously enough, the first thing you and Yuji did was head to the food court like kids and buy all the apple-based desserts and treats and whatever else you could find and eat them ravenously. From the first bite, your lives were changed. Sweet to perfection, you could immediately understand why Aomori’s apples are the most famous in Japan. And well, the four of you ended up leaving the market with huge bags full of apples and snacks.
And from then on, your first days in Aomori with your best friend were full of crossing bridges in towns, visiting shrines throughout, walking through blanketed-in-white forests, checking out local shops and attractions in the prefecture’s several rural towns, and of course, pigging out at any restaurant that caught your guys’ interest, which was… basically every restaurant. You and Yuji were smiling the entire time, and you can’t think of anyone else you’d want to share this experience with… well, it’s not like you have anyone else but Yuji, Jin, and your father in your life anyway, but that’s besides the point.
Once again, it was just like a movie, and as you expected, it’s like all your previous worries and even your normal life you lived back in Tokyo never even happened. This vacation was just what your soul needed to recover from stress, pressure, and being in a crowded city with tons of people. You love Tokyo, of course, but spending time where there are fewer people and more forests than concrete jungles rejuvenates you like you wouldn’t believe.
And to think, your vacation is nowhere near finished.
That just means there are so many more things for you and Yuji to do!
Excitement for what was to come filled your entire being, and every night before you went to bed, you noticed your toes wiggling in excitement for the next day to come.
…
That was until earlier this morning, when the gods above decided to throw a wrench into your plans.
COUGH COUGH COUGH!!
sigh
Alright, blissful reminiscing and story recounting time is over, time to get back to the present.
Back to the Present
COUGH COUGH COUGH!!
Even from where you’re sitting on the front porch as you silently watch the still trees and the snowfall with a cup of warm tea, a thick blanket, and your reminiscent and pleasant thoughts to keep you company, you can hear violent coughs from all the way inside from you and Yuji’s bedroom.
Yep… Yuji’s caught a nasty sickness.
Earlier, instead of waking up on your own as you recently have been doing ever since your vacation started, you were instead shaken awake by Yuji’s loud coughs and sneezes. And as a plus, while you were still in his embrace, you could feel that his body was hotter than usual and a bit sweaty.
…
Maybe you should’ve seen it coming, though.
For Tokyo boys like you, maybe you were certainly spending a bit too much of your time outside in the snowy cold.
But who could blame you?
You were on vacation, for crying out loud! Of course, you two were gonna go everywhere to see and experience as many things as possible!
Many of those things just… required you two to be outside most of the time…
But yeah, you probably should’ve guessed that one of you two was gonna end up succumbing to winter’s unforgiving nature; you just ended up being the lucky one in this case.
cough COUGH!
…
Fuck, he’s still coughing as much as he did this morning.
Luckily, the people who rent this cabin out for the holidays had the foresight to keep medicine in a cabinet in the kitchen, so you were fast to give Yuji a cup of warm tea and some horrible-tasting medicine, which he begged you not to give him, but you did anyway.
But unfortunately and obviously, a fresh sickness can’t exactly be healed instantly.
You sigh wistfully.
You and Yuji had a whole day trip as well as an overnight stay at a famous onsen planned and reserved, but with him like this… he simply wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the day in his sniffly, hot, sore, and sweaty state.
It’s tragically unfortunate. You both were so excited after just making your reservations two days ago that it almost seemed like you were being punished for having too much fun.
And now that you're remembering the photos that you saw online of the onsen… fuck, today was supposed to be a good day.
cough COUGH! “O-ohh fuck…”
You can still hear Yuji’s loud coughs, clear as day, along with his whining. Well, seems like he woke up after going back to sleep earlier after he took (well, you moreso shoved a spoonful down his throat) his medicine.
…
But, while you were understandably upset at the wrench thrown in your plans for today… You have something much more important to care about: your best friend.
Hearing Yuji’s coughs and his pained whimpers breaks your heart infinitely more than some ruined plans ever could, and you want him to know that he’s got people who will look after him.
With a sigh and a nice little stretch as you stand up from one of the couches on the porch, you fold your blanket, finish your tea, and walk back into the warm and welcoming embrace of the vacation cabin.
“Hah…” You can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh as the warm air, the scent of firewood and spice, and the sound of crackling fire delights your multiple senses. The cold air was nice and refreshing, but now it felt like your skin had a veil of warmth put over it, and that was a feeling like no other.
You quickly wash your empty cup and put it on the drying rack before going to your and Yuji’s bedroom, ready to be your best friend’s knight in shining armour.
With a knock on the door to let yourself known, you open it gently just in case he might have fallen back asleep, not wanting any loud noise to wake him up. Usually, he can sleep through an earthquake, but the situation calls for a gentle hand.
Unfortunately, the first thing you see when you enter your room is a very upset and sniffling Yuji looking at you as he lies on your side of the bed with a face mask on. You’re guessing his side got a bit too sweaty and uncomfortable for his liking, but you won’t say anything; he deserves all the grace right now.
With a pitying smile, you walk to the bed and get on to sit right next to the sick man.
Might you get sick as well? Eh, probably, but making sure your best friend is comforted and cared for is more important than anything right now.
You run a hand through Yuji’s sweaty and warm hair before rubbing his tummy gently. “I feel like the right thing to ask would be if you’re okay, but…” Seeing the sheen of sweat covering his face makes you trail off briefly. “I think I can guess the answer just by looking at you. You look like a fucking mess to be honest, heh.” You joke softly, pulling the mask down briefly to boop his red nose. “At least I’ve got my own Rudolph here with me.” A gentle pinch to his nose makes your sick friend finally smile, even if it’s only a little bit.
“Oh, shut up, you…” He says, laughing raspily. Oh God, his voice sounds completely different from his usual deep, clear tone. “Knowing that I probably look like Pietro from Animal Crossing is like pouring rubbing alcohol on an open wound…” A few more painful coughs follow.
After his coughing fit settles down, he relaxes once more before looking at you with tired eyes. “Uh… I’m guessing that jumping into that surprisingly deep bank of snow yesterday wasn’t the best of ideas?” He says shamefully, like a child facing the consequences of their actions.
Pfft. Well, at least he can still joke around in this state.
“I mean, jumping into the snow to get your phone that you accidentally dropped while taking a selfie of us was a valid action, it’s just that… neither of us could have predicted that that bank of snow ended up being so deep that your huge ass body would get completely submerged when you fell in face-first.” You shudder at the memory, dragging a screaming and panicking big man like Yuji out of the snow bank by his feet and hugging him on the ground as he shivered violently was a very embarrassing experience. “But… at least your phone is fine, so… at least there’s some silver lining?”
“Heh, I guess soooooo.” He says sarcastically but without any venom. “At least it’s something we can laugh about in the future, yeah?” He laughs groggily to himself before putting on a sombre expression and speaking softly. “Um… hey, M.C.-”
You grab one of his hands softly and interrupt him before he can continue. “Nope. I know that you’re going to apologize for getting sick and “ruining my vacation”, and I don’t want to hear it.” You say firmly but with kindness in your eyes. “Apologizing for something like this is completely unnecessary and would just break my heart when you look like that. You know I would never blame you and hold this against you… You mean so much more to me than some onsen trip.” You say as you grab a nearby towel to gently wipe down his face and décolletage.
Your words do comfort him, but he still can’t help but feel sad. Sad for himself, sure, but mostly for you. “I-I know, but… this is the last thing I wanted to happen while we’re on vacation. We should’ve been getting ready to go out again, but here you are taking care of my dumbass… I can’t help but feel guilty, y’know?” His unwarranted guilt laces his words completely, and you’re having none of it.
“Hey, hey… come on now…” You set the sweaty towel aside on the bedside table and settle next to him under the sheets. It’s a bit damp, but some people have real problems; you’ll survive. “Would you be happy if the roles were reversed and I was saying what you’re saying right now?”
“... No, of course not.” He quietly says after thinking about it. “It’d just make me sad.” He says, turning his back to you, not wanting to accidentally cough in your face.
“Exactly.”
Snuggling behind him and smooshing your face in the back of his warm neck, you wrap your arms around his waist and big spoon the sick man from behind and intertwine your legs together. Usually, he’s always the one big spooning you, but… he needs comfort right now, and he’s being very baby right now. “It is what it is, and yeah, it fucking sucks, but all you should focus on is getting better before Christmas, alright? I’ll be with you, okay?” You go back to rubbing his tummy, feeling the definition of his strong abs.
“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” He coughs some more before relaxing and speaking again, “But… when we reserved for our overnight stay at that one onsen, the website said that there would be no refunds for cancellations… I-I… I don’t want you to miss out on anything and let money go to waste because you had to look after me… Honestly, that would make me feel infinitely worse than all of this fucking coughing and shit…” He says bitterly.
“I know, Yuji. But… even if I did go, I’m not sure if I’d even be able to enjoy as much by myself…” You say honestly. “And if I did go, I’d probably be feeling too guilty to enjoy myself, knowing that you’d be stuck here in bed.”
“...” Yuji doesn’t say anything to that.
But then, an idea flickers in his cloudy and sick head. “Well… hm… what if I told you that maybe you didn’t have to go cough alone?”
… Hm?
“What do you mean? I mean, I guess I could ask my dad-”
“N-no. I mean that’d be fine too, but cough Actually, today’s when-”
knock knock knock
You both glance at your bedroom door, your conversation taking a pause.
…
“Hello? Sorry, am I interrupting you two?” A gentle and warm voice asks behind your bedroom door.
Ah… right.
Yuji’s coughs earlier this morning were so loud that everyone in the cabin woke up, with Jin quickly walking into your room to see what was up.
In fact, if it wasn’t for Jin holding his herculean son down by the arms, forcing some medicine down his throat would’ve been a tougher endeavour. After that battle and needing to relax outside, before you walked out, you asked Jin if he could prepare a warm breakfast in bed for Yuji after he woke up, so you surmise that’s what he’s here for.
You unwrap your arms from Yuji’s waist and sit up on the bed. “Oh, no, it’s okay, Jin-san! Please come in.”
“Thank you, M.C.” He says before opening the door gently.
Holding a tray with a fresh and hearty breakfast and fresh, aromatic tea, Itadori Jin walks in with a kind smile. “Good morning, you two. I’m sorry if I interrupted you while you were having a conversation.”
“No, no, Jin-san, once again, it’s all good.” You say politely to your best friend’s father, who’s basically become like a second father to you ever since you and Yuji befriended each other.
Maintaining his kind smile, he walks over to Yuji’s side of the bed and places the tray of food on the bedside table before looking at his sick boy with sad eyes through his glasses and running a warm, fatherly hand through his son’s hair. “Oh, my baby boy… What happened to your voice?… and to think you were so lively yesterday too…” He speaks, obviously saddened by the sight of his son sick on his well-earned winter vacation.
And while Yuji was able to maintain some of his big boy act around you, with his father next to him looking at him with those sad but always kind eyes, the big and strong man you know and love turns into a sad little boy. “Otou-san…” He grabs the hem of his father’s shirt and whines. “It hurts so bad…”
He’s always such a spoiled daddy’s boy whenever Jin is around… but, you know what, fair enough. If you were so sick that it got to the point where your throat made your voice sound like that, coughing like you were trying to force your innards out, and sweating enough to fill up a bathtub… you’d probably be feeling a little whiny too.
Immediately wanting to take care of his boy, Jin, with your help, lifts him into a sitting position. “Yuji, I’m so sorry that you’re feeling like this.” He brushes Yuji’s sweaty hair off his forehead and makes him lift his muscular arms so he can help him take off his damp t-shirt. “Let’s get you as comfortable as possible first before you eat up. I think a warm meal could go a long way.”
With his wet torso feeling much more comfortable as the cool air washes over him and dries him, he nods his head tiredly. “Y-yeah, okay… Thanks for the food, I really need this.” He says with some shakiness in his rasp as he takes off his mask to eat.
“No need to thank me, boy.” His father says, putting a hand on his strong shoulder as he sits next to his son on the opposite side of you. “I’m simply a father who’s taking care of his most precious treasure in the entire world~” He finishes his cheesy words with a kiss to his son’s head.
Yuji’s skin takes on a stronger rosy blush, this time not from his sickness, but more so from absolute embarrassment. “O-Otou-san, c’mon!~” He loves being taken care of by his loved ones, but really? He sees the look in your eyes, you're enjoying seeing Yuji getting teased just as much as Jin-san enjoys teasing him. “Do you really always gotta say that stuff in front of M.C.? Ugh… now I’m wondering if getting taken care of is worth the humiliation…” He says, crossing his arms with a huff. The smile he’s trying to fight off betrays his true feelings, though. He missed this.
You wipe Yuji’s strong and sweaty form with another towel as Jin laughs and places the tray on Yuji’s lap. “Hahaha! Oh, hush now and eat, okay? Let me have my fun with my boy, whom I haven’t seen in months, mind you.”
Yuji opens his mouth to complain, but can’t say no to his father’s kindness and efforts in the end. “Yes, sir…” And with that, he eats his first spoonful of Jin-san’s food and lets out a delighted “Mmm~” at the simple but made-with-love flavours.
“I can’t lie, this is in a way nostalgic for me,” Jin says jokingly. “I must say I missed taking care of Yuji like this; it’s almost like he’s once again that cute little pink-head that always demanded I carry him in my arms everywhere.” He ruffles his son’s hair, which you also dried with a towel.
“Mmm…” Yuji whines as he chews a mouthful of fish and rice before swallowing it down. “Y-you’re cough making it sound like I‘m not cute anymore… hmph.” He says sarcastically before eating another spoonful of the homemade meal.
“Eh, well, these huge muscles of yours,” he says, squeezing one of Yuji’s biceps, “aren’t exactly doing any favours.” He squeezes some more, getting a snicker from his son.
“Hey now, you’d be surprised!” Yuji says as he flexes his shirtless torso. “With the classic Itadori smile you gave me and these big boys, I’ve got all the upperclassmen at school saying I’m a cutie!” With a triumphant glimmer in his tired but now happy eyes, he speaks as he chews his food with rice sticking on his face.
With a sigh, you grab the napkin on the tray and wipe his face. “C’mon, man, quit the yapping and eat your food.” Like an obedient little boy, he faces you when you wipe his face before going back to eating. You look to Jin with an exasperated expression. “Ugh, as much as I hate to prove him right, it’s true, Jin-san. All of the guys in the years above us tend to him like he’s their little brother. Even if he’s bigger and stronger than some of them, if he pulls out his smile or those puppy dog eyes, he gets headpats and free snacks galore from everyone! It’s something to witness, truly… But I guess that’s UTokyo’s ray of sunshine for you…”
Funny that you mention Yuji getting headpats because that’s exactly what he’s getting from Jin as he focuses fully on eating. “Hah, so even with these big arms and these huge shoulders, you’re still letting yourself get spoiled like a little boy… Hmm-hmm, I suppose I should blame Sukuna and myself for letting you get away with everything, but…” He kisses Yuji’s head again and points to his son's face as he cutely stuffs his cheeks like a hamster as he chews his food. “How could anyone ever say no to him? It’s impossible, he’s too precious! I can't handle his adorable adorableness!” Pfft, yeah. It’s obvious that he really missed his son.
But, at the mention of a name you don’t think you’ve ever heard before, Yuji makes a noise that was probably supposed to serve as a “Ah, that’s right!” and hastily swallows his food before looking at his father excitedly. “Hey, I was gonna mention it to M.C. earlier, but today is the day nii-chan arrives!” He says with excited sparkles in his eyes and more rice sticking to his face.
…
Nii-chan?
Thankfully, while you were still processing that word, Jin took the napkin and wiped Yuji’s face this time. “Ah, that’s right, Sukuna is coming today.” He says similarly as excitedly as his son. “My goodness, if I haven’t seen you in months, I’d say I haven’t seen your big brother in eons.” He says with a “hmph”.
Big brother?
You blink your eyes confusedly as they continue to yap.
“Aw, he misses you lots though…” He says, rubbing his father’s thigh comfortingly. “You know how it is, … his job is crazyyyyy busy and uh… unpredictable, one could say. But hey, now we get to allll spend weeks together! It’s gonna be tons of fun~” He says, trying to get his father excited as well.
Unable to resist his son’s infectious enthusiasm, Jin ruffles Yuji’s hair with a grin. “Hah! What’s with you being so excited? You live with your brother, so you see him every day! You talk as if you haven’t seen him for as long as I have… all I can do is settle with text messages, video calls, and hugging his photos in bed as I cry to myself because of how much I miss my not-so-little cotton candy heads…” He says wistfully but jokingly.
Lives with him?
…
Alright, cut the cameras.
As much as you’d like to smile, nod, and laugh at the obviously adorable and silly interaction between father and son… You need answers for a question that has been brewing in your mind ever since you heard Yuji mention the word “nii-chan” to himself before you went to sleep that day he invited you and your father on this trip.
Placing a hand on his bare shoulder, you grab Yuji’s attention and speak to him. “Hey now… when were you going to tell me that you had an older brother?” You’re not angry or anything, it’s not that serious, but still. “Have we not been best friends for two years already?’
With an awkward smile, Yuji just stammers to himself. “U-uhh. I-I… hehe, M-M.C…”
Jin looks at Yuji with a shocked face. “Yuji… he doesn’t know that you have an older brother?” He asks with shock and amazement, even. “How do you even… hide information like that and why? Oh, Yuji, don’t tell me it’s because of Sukuna’s-”
“Wait wait wait!” He has to raise his voice, but it causes him to cough for a bit. “Please… it really, really wasn’t on purpose. Otou-san, you know nii-chan is one of my favourite guys in the world… It’s just that the topic never came up! That’s really it!” He says with puppy dog eyes.
But Jin isn’t satisfied with his answer. “He never saw Sukuna at your place? Not once?”
Yuji is sweating again, but honestly, you're just hung up on this mystery man you're just now learning about.
Just who is this Sukuna?
Outside, where it’s still gray from the overcast, ever-white from the falling snow, and so quiet and still that one might even hear the snowflakes touch the ground as they fall, a sleek and well-taken care of Black Toyota Century slowly nears on the snowy path, deliberately interfering with the cohesive and serene mise-en-scène that the landscape and blanketed cabin created.
After a very long drive from Minato City, full of debaucherous and rambunctious phone calls with his best buddies to keep himself from being bored, humming along to some city-pop classics, and eating fast food with one hand and holding the other on the wheel, the man driving the vintage model finally parks his car in front of the cabin with a relieved and exhausted sigh.
“Holy shit… fucking finally, man.” He says in his tired voice, deep like the ocean, but smooth like the nacre that can be found in its depths. “The journey is done. I have conquered the land.” He gently rests his tattooed face on the steering wheel, closing his eyes at a job well done and roads well travelled.
The road was a long one for this hard-working and definitely tired man. Luckily, he’s got friends who kept him entertained in many ways on his journey.
“Yeah?” With his phone connected to the car’s speakers via Bluetooth, a lively yet raspy and strained voice is heard throughout the car. “Damn, you always drive so fuckin’ fast, man. I swear- hah… it hasn’t even been- fuckkkk that long since you left last night.” Pants and heavy breaths of exertion from the man on the phone and quieter moans from more distant voices fill the car, and the driver just smirks to himself as he leans back in his seat, listens to his friend’s encounter, and gives his body the rest it deserves.
“Eh, I couldn’t keep the family waiting any longer before they started sending texts and calls.” He said, resting his arms behind his head after he pushed his seat down so he could lie down. “If it wasn’t for all of Kento’s fucking Christmas events and holiday pre-celebrations that he’s obligated to go to, I could’ve gotten here the same day as my old man.” He says as he runs a hand over his tired face.
“Mhmmm~. Hoooo, ngh, is the brat-hnghhhh fuckkkkk there, yet?” The man says, groaning and panting, sounding like he’s going through quite the vigorous exertion, with the moans of two other men in the background leaving no questions needing to be asked as to what he’s up to.
“Oh yeah, man. Yuji got here a while ago with some friend of his.” As he speaks, the masculine noises of exertion and pleasure resonating in the confines of his car make him reach down to rub the hardening bulge in his jeans. “They’re all probably awake by now, so I could drop in and say hi.” The claps of skin-on-skin and the squelchy sound of something that needs no naming made saliva pool in his mouth like a hungry man.
“A-ahhh, shit!~” The man on the phone groans in pleasure before talking. “You gonna- o-ohh FUCK YEAH! Bounce on that shit, boy!” With his current predicament taking him elsewhere for a bit, the man thrusts his hips up into twink ass repeatedly like a jackhammer, the rapid clap of his fat cock slamming into ass echoes in the car before he catches himself and tries to talk as he breeds. “Shitttt, sorry, man. You gonna go, then?” The man on the other end asks, then briefly puts his phone down. But with the car’s speaker letting nothing on the other end go unheard, the man in the car hears his friend talking to another boy as he brutalizes the other with his dick, “Hey, stop kissing that bitch and sit on my face already.”
Holy shit, that was hot.
With impatience and his muscular body heating, the man in the car, with his jeans still buttoned at the waistband, pulls down the zipper to fish out his hardened, thick, and straight-standing 11-incher. With his huge cock out and throbbing in the cool air of his car, he doesn’t touch it just yet, just letting it throb pornographically and leak pre-cum down its long body.
He continues to let it throb and pulse some more as he responds to his busy friend. “I mean… I totally can and will.” But the sound of his friend making another nameless boy’s voice join the pleasured symphony makes him wrap a strong and calloused hand around his thick girth. “I’m sure they can wait for a few more minutes, though…”
The wet, sloppy, and spit-laden noise of tongue fucking ass, along with two pairs of asses being clapped respectively by big and strong hands and jackhammering hips, a mix of masculine groans and growls, and cuter and softer moans are all the man in the car can hear for a few minutes before his friend on the other end pulls his face out of the ass that’s riding his face to speak. “Yeah, man?” He says with his voice tainted with pleasured exertion. “Fair enough, walking in with your fat fuckin’ bussy bruiser bursting through the zipper for everyone to see isn’t exactly wholesome Christmas family material…” He chuckles, moaning to the heavens as the twink bouncing on his cock tightens to get his attention. “God, you fucking WHORE!” He yells out before going back to breeding and eating ass like a madman.
“Bussy bruiser? Shut up, you old freak, hah!” The man in the car chuckles and sighs shakily as he rubs the palm of his hand roughly on his sticky mushroom tip, as he hears his friend go to Pound Town on those poor boys. “But yeah… I wouldn’t want that. But hey,” He says as he begins to stroke his cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over it and making the act slick and wet. “Nothing you can’t help me with, right, man?” He says before deeply moaning as he touches himself.
“Mhm~” His friend moans in confirmation before taking his face out of anal heaven again at the sound of his friend moaning on the other end. “Fuckkkkk, you jerkin’ it in the car right now?” He asks, with a smirk that one could just hear.
“Can you fucking blame me, dude? How could I not jack my shit to the sound of you ruining some twinks for almost two hours?” He moans as he jacks his cock harder and faster to the sound of pure, brutal sex.
His friend on the other end groans appreciatively from that knowledge. “FUCK, man. That’s so fucking hot…” He growls, turned on even more. “Turn your fuckin’ camera on right now, dude. Show me that shit.” He demands hungrily.
With an eager smirk, the man in the car, though he’s not one who likes being commanded during sex, is so horned up that he eagerly goes along with the naughty idea. “All right~.”
He grabs his phone and rests his hand on his chest, pointing the outer camera at his huge cock and zooming in, making sure it’s all his friend can see before pressing the video chat button on.
And what he sees on the other end almost makes him bust way too fucking early.
“Holy shit, man!” He says in aroused shock as he can finally see just a smidgeon of what his friend was enjoying on the other end.
With his own phone positioned above, all the man in the car can see from his friend’s camera is said friend’s face, sweaty and with hair sticking to his forehead, buried deep in a smooth and perfect ass as he eats out with hunger and instinct.
Emboldened by his sex being seen on video chat, the man chuckles deeply before burying his tongue and wiggling and swirling it even deeper as he motorboats the on-camera twink’s ass with crazy speed and power and brutalizes the off-camera twink’s ass with his huge dick.
“FUCK, DUDE!” The man in the car shouts from arousal at the depraved and lascivious display on his phone. “You’re fucking insane!” He says as he jerks his fat cock even faster on camera.
His friend laughs before taking his tongue out, he then brings his phone’s front-facing camera close to his scarred lips to stick his tongue out at his friend. The tongue that was making that one boy see the gods. “And you fuckin’ love me for it~.”
The man in the car rolls his eyes as he jerks off. “Oh shut the fuck up and go back to eating him out.”
His friend, with his jackhammering hips never having stopped, jokingly salutes his free hand. “Sir, yes, sir!” And with that, he goes back to devouring that smooth ass like a meal.
From then on, a few minutes of wet, slimy, and debauched voyeuristic FaceTime sex between two good friends who match each other’s freak to a T pass by.
One jerks his huge cock off furiously to the sounds of his friend having a threesome and to the sight of him eating ass like a champ, while said friend hungrily watched his friend jerk off on FaceTime as he brings two boys to the heavens with his cock, tongue, and expertise.
It’s filthy, it’s degenerate, but shit like this is nothing new to these brothers-in-arms, partners in crime.
The man on the other end of the phone is hypnotized by the view on his phone, “FUCK~ Watching you jerk your huge fuckin’ dick is so fuckin’ HOT, man!” Sweat glides down his face from the intense sex he’s been enjoying.
“Hah, are you kidding me?” The man in the car says with an aroused laugh. “Dude, you wrecking ass is way fucking hotter. You’re a goddamn beast!”
His friend moans with pride and confidence. “Man, it’d be way fuckin’ hotter if you were here though~ We could be fuckin’ shit up like we always do~” He says teasingly as fingerfucks the twink above as he talks.
The man in the car groans frustratedly at those words. “You sexy stud, don’t fucking make me drive all the way back to Tokyo...” He jerks his cock faster just thinking about being there.
“We could fuck these bitches like animals… breed them like we want them to have our fuckin’ babies and become their baby daddies…”
“Fuck…”
“Then we could swap 'em and do it all over again. My cock would be covered in your cum as I fuck the one you just filled, while my cum would coat yours as you fuck the one I filled.”
“D-dude… holy shit, don’t stop talking. A-ah~”
“Then we could shove our cocks together in one of their asses, deep, slimy, and snug.”
“FUCK!”
“We’d fuck him like beasts, bloating him up with bucketloads of our cum, he’d be so full that our cum would start to leak out of him and onto our laps and bushes. God, I'm just imagining my huge cock rubbing against yours as we breed him... it'd feel so fuckin' good and warm...”
“Yeah, it always fucking does.”
“And we won’t ignore the other boy. Nah, we’d be making him scream with our fuckin’ tongues. I’ll deep throat his twink cock while you eat his ass out like a starving animal. We’d make room for him.”
“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking pervert!”
“And you fucking love it.”
With his strong hand jerking his cock, their hot little back and forth, and the obscenely perverted imagery his friend painted in his mind, the man in the car can feel his huge, cum-filled balls tightening and his much-needed orgasm approaching.
“F-fuck! I’m close! I’m gonna fucking cum!”
His friend grins pervertedly, his scarred lips showing perfect teeth.
“Oh shit~ Don’t go too fast! Let’s do it together…” And with that, he buries his face back in the ass above his face and tongue fucks him like it’s life or death, and he shoves his cock in and out of the boy riding him at lightning speed, making both of them moan like pornstars.
The air of the vintage Toyota Century is laden with the musky and heady aroma of sweat, pre-cum, and cologne. It’s primal, masculine perfection, enough to make any man fall to his knees in arousal and beg to be bred. The car windows have long since fogged up, hiding the man’s perverted antics from the world.
His groans and snarls fill the car along with the sound of his friend’s similar noises of pleasure, alongside the screams and moans of the twinks and the wet, loud noises of raw gay sex.
With just a few more minutes of pure debauchery and pleasure passing by, the man in the car feels it, and he has to place his phone on the dashboard and turn the camera towards him to jerk his cock with both of his hands.
The moment of bliss where it feels like he’s flying to the stars and becoming a new man.
The moment where he becomes a slave to the present moment and wants to worship it for everything it’s worth.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! DUDE, I’M GONNA-”
“DO IT WITH ME MAN, LET’S FUCKIN’ SHOOT OUR SHIT TOGETHER!!!!”
Every noise and sensation is taken to the highest maximum of intensity.
“GAHHHHH FUCKKKKK TOJIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHH NGHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
And finally, in a grand finale, voices scream to the stars above, bodies go stiff, and semen flies.
“NGHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!!”
“AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The man on the phone roars like a beast as he shoves his huge dick into the boy that was riding him as deep as humanly possible and fills him with rocketloads of his fresh, thick, and hot jizz.
He can feel two cocks shooting warm, hot jizz all over his body like he’s a canvas being pained and all he can do is grin triumphantly and pervertedly as he moans and roars and relishes in the fruits of his sexual labour.
The man in the car is faring no better.
With his body stiff and him moaning up to his car roof, he immediately places his two hands over his cockhead so that he doesn’t haphazardly shoot cum all over his expensive vintage car.
His hands get stickier and slimier as he shoots ropes after rope after rope of thick, hot milk into them and God, it’s a fucking mess, but he doesn’t give a shit.
A few more minutes of pure euphoria pass before all of the men involved in this pornographic affair slump down like dead bodies and pant like Olympians.
…
“Hah…. hah…” is all that can be heard from all four men as they recover from their brief journey into another reality.
It stays that way until the man in the car grabs his phone and puts his face into view so he can talk to his friend, face-to-face. “That… was one of the hottest things we have ever done…” He says, still panting but laughing after all of that pleasurable chaos. “God, Toji, I so fucking needed that after that boring ass drive. As crazy as you are, you always know how to save a man from boredom.”
His friend laughs as well and sits up to talk to his friend. “Always happy to help a fellow man in need.” He looks like a hot mess as he grins at his friend at the corner of his phone, sweaty like an athlete, and with his black hair clinging to his forehead. But fuck, he makes it look sexy as sin… “Think that was enough to satisfy you for the whole trip?”
The man in the car shakes his head exasperatedly. “Dude, you know us, I’ll be horned up again in another minute.” He relaxes in his seat and sighs happily. “But eh, who knows, maybe I’ll find a cute guy here in Aomori and make him my little plaything while I’m here…” He says with hope.
His friend chuckles, wishing him well. “If you do… remember to send pictures.” The man in the car can see one of the boys that his friend just fucked sitting on his lap and kissing his lips. “And- mmm damn, baby, hold on~ And make sure to tell me every-fucking-thing~.”
Always wanting to give his brother-in-arms a show, his friend holds his phone further away to let him watch as he makes out with the hungry twink on his lap. Looks like a brown-haired cutie.
“Imagine you find the love of your life there?” He doesn’t even look at the camera anymore, just talking as he makes out with the boy. “Hah, just kidding. But- a-aahhhh~ Fuck, you too, babe?~” Now, the other twink, a handsome blond, sneaks from behind and plants hot kisses on his friend’s strong and expansive shoulders and neck, making him strain his neck as he faces up and moans to the gods above. “You two are such fucking whores~.”
…
Fuck.
He can feel his cock going rock-hard again from the sight of two sexy guys getting all up on his friend and devouring him like the horny bunnies they are, begging for another round with his cock and tongue.
“Love of my life? C’mon, man, this isn’t a fuckin Hallmark Christmas movie or some shit.” He says dismissively.
Now making out with the blond behind him, his friend pulls away to ask, “Well, what if the opportunity presented itself, man? What if the boy of your dreams showed up there?”
His cock is once again at full mast from the pornographic private show he’s being blessed with. “Well, fuck, why the hell would I ever say no. With a job like mine, I could stand to enjoy some romance, love, and flowers.” He says, stroking his cock once more.
“Mmmm~” By this point, both twinks are in front of his friend, each one sitting on one of his thighs. “Hah, I wish you all the best, man. You know I do.” Both of the boys bring their lips to his friend’s lips, and they’re now engaged in a messy, wet, and sexy as hell three-way kiss with their tongues swirling around each other and saliva going everywhere. “Mmm~ fuck, okay, Sukuna, I’d love to keep chattin’, but duty calls, and I think your family probably wants to see- fuckkkk~ you by now…” The two boys push his friend onto his back and immediately get on top of him, back to kissing his lips with all of them moaning in lewd ecstasy.
…
God fucking damn it, that’s so fucking hot.
He strokes his cock faster.
“Yeah… Yeah, I should probably head out and say hi.”
The kisses get messier with both of the twinks spitting in his friend’s mouth, and he swallows the twink concoction with a naughty grin. Somehow, despite everything, he kept his phone held up high, giving his friend the sexiest view and angles.
“They’ve been waiting way too long…” The man in the car says, his voice a whisper, entranced by the sight on his phone.
His friend pulls away from the two boys to speak. “Yeah… well? You gonna hang up then?” He says teasingly, giving his friend a knowing smirk. He knows what he’s doing.
…
He should see his family. He hasn’t seen Jin in months, and he misses the man whose kindness saved him many times in his life. It’s been a while since he, his brother, and his dad got together, with him and Yuji being so fucking busy all the damn time that he actually really wants them all to be together once again.
…
But with his throbbing cock in his hand, his friend smirking and maintaining eye contact with him as he makes out with two boys at once, and their pornographic noises filling his car again, he knows what he has to do, what he wants to do.
“I should but… I’m not missing this show.” He says dirtily, some more FaceTime sex with his buddy won’t hurt anyone, right? “C’mon, Toji… help a brother out again?”
And the black-haired fuckboy, that he’s blessed to call his friend, just grins like he won the lottery. “Fuck yeah, man. Now show me your huge sexy fuckin’ cock again, I need it.”
And with a grin of his own, the man in the car, Ryoumen Sukuna, points his phone’s camera at his meaty cock and strokes it for his friend’s naughty pleasure once again.
“Fucking manwhore…”
Back in the Cabin, in the Meantime
“He never saw Sukuna at your place? Not once?”
That question makes Yuji sweat, and not from his sickness.
Oh, you can answer this question easily.
With a dramatic tone in your voice, you expose Yuji. “Oh, Jin-san… Yuji hasn’t even invited me to his place once.” You say with a theatrical sigh.
Jin looks towards Yuji with a face that clearly says, “Oh, really now?”
Yuji tries to look away from his father.
“Is that true, Yuji? Whenever I call you, and I call you pretty frequently, you’re almost always hanging out, studying, or sleeping over at M.C.’s place, yet you’ve never once invited him to your place? It’s not like your place is small or anything…” He says with a critical father’s leer.
“U-uh… Otou-san…” Pfft, the nervous look on Yuji’s sick face is so silly and cute.
Alright, as much as you like teasing him, he’s still a sick boy, and you don’t wanna overwhelm him or anything.
“Hehe, it’s okay, Jin-san… Yuji just knows that, with me being the homebody I am, I like being in my apartment where it can just be me and him and our crazy selves.” You say jokingly with a gentle jab to Yuji’s side.
“Y-yeah! I mean, I would totally invite him if I needed to or if he asked! It’s just that his place became our official hangout spot and we never really… thought of hanging out anywhere else when we wanna chill and stuff.”
“Hah… alright. Still, though, not even mentioning once offhand that you have an older brother is still quite the feat.” Jin says critically.
“I have to agree with Jin-san on that, Yuji.” You say. “And here I was thinking we told each other everything.”
“Heh… well, oops?” Yuji says, sheepishly rubbing his head with a smile. “It really was just that the topic never came up, M.C…”
Honestly, he’s not wrong. Well, the fact that the topic of siblings never came up between you two is honestly pretty weird. But it’s most likely just some silly little irrelevance. And besides, his never mentioning that he has a brother doesn’t automatically invalidate literally everything he has done for you in the time you’ve been best friends or warrant distrust.
“Eh, whatever, it’s genuinely no big deal. I guess I’m just surprised by this mystery man’s existence. It’s like… finding a shiny Pokémon out in the wild.” You say jokingly. “Now I’m curious, though. What’s your brother like?”
Yuji’s smile falters at the question. “Huh?” He scratches his head at that. “Well…”
…?
“Is… that a hard question to answer or something? Are you scared of him or something?”
“N-No!” Sounds like he is. “It’s just… I don’t think there are words that can properly do justice to the… unique man nii-chan is… I love the big guy more than anything; he’s just… a lot…”
That gets a laugh from Jin. “Pfft. Hmm… well, I do have to agree with you there, son. Sukuna is…definitely a lot, in every way. But I mean that in a good way!”
“Hmph… of course you do. You don’t know what I have to deal with…” The sick man says with his arms crossed as his father puts his finished tray of food back on the bedside table.
That makes you tilt your head. That sounds… ominous. “What do you mean by that?”
He shakes his head dismissively, waving off the question. “Eh, you don’t need to-”
“No, no. Answer him, Yuji. What do you mean by that?”
…
A deep, smooth, and unfamiliar voice tinged with threatening amusement is heard from where the bedroom door is, and Yuji freezes in place, knowing he fucked up.
You turn your head to the door where you heard that unfamiliar tone, and your breath is taken away as your eyes widen.
“Side Hustles” Various!JJK x M!Reader ˖⁺.꒷꒦♡꒷꒦˖⁺.ෆ
༝༚༝༚ʚ✩ɞ𖦹°ᯓ⟡Overview~
You’re at your dream school, on a scholarship !! Although it paid for school it didn’t pay for textbooks, dormitories, or food… So naturally you started your own hustle, OnlyFans of course. Now you have six men at your disposal : Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, and Choso Kamo. Who will be your next moneymaker~
༝༚༝༚ʚ✩ɞ𖦹°ᯓ⟡Warnings~
Smut☀️, 🌽⭐️ reader, Male!Reader, Playboy!Sukuna, Nerdjo, Professor!Nanami, Plug!Choso, Security Guard!Toji, short drabbles for all of them, cw listed with their respective characters, possible spelling mistakes !!
༝༚༝༚ʚ✩ɞ𖦹°ᯓ⟡Authors Note!
I got a request to make a part two for the “Fraternity” Sukuna Fic I posted but also a request to make hc’s about the other characters around this premise so why not kill two birds with one stone? So take Sukuna’s as a part two! The others can be all connected and happening during the same time period or you can take them as oneshots! TOJI AND CHOSO HAVE BEEN ADDED !!
2.2k words in total
~300/400 words per char!
You have a well paying hustle. Leaving time for you to focus on your studies. In order for you to be successful with this hustle you need a nice partner. You so happen to have 6 nice candidates, who will have you tonight? Set the camera up now he’s almost here …
SUKUNA RYOMEN (cw:slight spit kink thing/spanking ) 345 Words
Frat boy!Sukuna, who after that first night with you, never once has had his hands off of you. Large hands swallow you up as his tattooed wrists hold your hips right where he wants them.
Frat boy!Sukuna, who gets really possessive of his precious boy. Do you really think any of these bums will make you feel half as good as he does? Funny.
Frat Boy!Sukuna, who scares away any man who thinks he has a chance with you. He’s your co-star, he fucks you just right. At this point it's not for the content, he just loves seeing you writhing in pleasure beneath him. He loves knowing he's the reason you’re a drooling shaking mess after a particularly passionate night.
You can see the green light indicating that your camera is on, but you could care less about it. With all the energy you have left you turn your head to face the man drilling into you like there's no tomorrow. A string of drool slides down your chin, god you’ve been at it for what? 3 hours? No, it feels longer.
“Look at the messy slut.” Sukuna snarls, keeping his pace as he abuses that bundle of nerves that makes you see stars over and over again. There's a smirk on his face, it makes him look so hot, your cock stands up just seeing him stare down at you like that.
He leans down and licks the spit off your chin, looking upwards towards the camera and grabbing it. You see it that green light above your body, trailing down your fucked dumb expression to the pool of cum on your tummy. Goosebumps rake down your spine knowing people were going to see this, people were going to see that your Sukuna was making you irrefutably his. He spanks the side of your thigh causing you to yelp out, your head leaned back as a shiver went up your spine. God it was going to be another long night of lovemaking like it was the last day on earth.
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NANAMI KENTO (cw: student/teacher dynamic, possible age gap depends on you) 403 Words
Professor!Nanami, who has had his eye on you since the first day of school. You’re a smart young man, get all your work in, stay invested during his lectures; he can tell you’re making it far. Soon enough his eyes began to stray to the rest of you.
Professor!Nanami, who heard a rumor from one of his problem students, that his star student had a rather… inappropriate method of making money. After learning this he began to notice more of your body languages, the way your eyes linger on his chest and biceps. The way you tried to woo him while he helped explain his lectures to you in greater detail.
Professor!Nanami, who falls for your charms. It takes you some time but you managed to crack through to his shell. He wasn't begging for it, but he didn't fight it when it happened. How could he reject his star student?
For the past few weeks you and your favorite professor have been in this relationship. It took months for him to let you into his life as more than just his student. He knows about your side hustle, out of respect for him you stopped sleeping with other men but money has been short for a while… Hopefully your sweet boyfriend understands.
At first the idea surprised him, film the both of you having intercourse? He could provide for you, or is it just that you like knowing you're on film, that more people will see your getting fucked silly by your teacher. On top of that he could tell you were looking for it anyway, wearing such a skimpy outfit with cute little glasses. Nanami can’t possibly reject you now.
“Hah… faster..!” You were bent over his desk, your camera propped up against his computer, the papers all neatly folded to the side. He was a big boy, you could feel his cock stretching you out so painfully pleasuring. You felt your glasses slide down your face and rest at the tip of your nose, a warm hand came up behind you and placed them to the side.
“Don’t worry, behave and I’ll make sure to reward my boy” He groaned, your mouth fell open at the sound. He had one hand gripping your hip and the other keeping your shoulders pressed down on his desk. You've never had dick this good, how could you turn back now?
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SUGURU GETO (cw: hair pulling,licking,jacobs ladder piercing) 420 Words
Alt!Suguru, who has had his eye on a cute boy in his second class. Who has been making small advancements towards the said boy, he can tell you're intimidated, don't worry he’s nice. The piercings and tattoos dont mean he's in a gang so lighten up…
Alt!Suguru, who gets assigned with you and two other guys for a group project. He teases you, asking obvious questions just to hear you talk. You’re so smart you know? It gets him excited.
Alt!Suguru, who one night while he tends to his personal needs he stumbles across a familiar face. There's no hesitation as he pays the fee. God you’re so gorgeous, it should be him above you, under you, behind you. It should all be him.
It’s been a few days since he found you on OnlyFans. Everytime he sees you in class and in the halls he can think of the sin he watched only nights prior.
And if it was fate, he made an excuse to go to your dorm. He ensured your roommate wouldn't be home but he didn't have to try since you told him not to worry and that the man is always out at a party.
As the night went on he got harder and harder. He was on the bed you filmed so much on, the living room held your secret as well. He got closer, more comfortable. It paid off now, he has you in his lap, mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. He can feel you grinding onto him and it’s driving him crazy.
Before he knew it he was in front of a camera, face out of frame but the people would know it was him. They would see his tattoos, his hair, his piercings. There's not many guys here with a jacobs ladder is there hon?
When you start riding him he sees stars, and so do you. The ribs of his piercings shoot lightning bolts of pleasure up your spine, and from the pleasure you're receiving you're pulling onto his long hair to keep you up making Suguru groan and growl.
“Fuck babe you’re taking me so well” He said with dragging a lick up your neck, his tounge piercing added an extra touch of sensuality
“Hmmm sooo good” You praise, pulling on his hair to make him face you, your body blocked him from the camera but even with the small amount of animosity everyone will see that you’re fit around him and him only.
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SATORU GOJO (cw: using a tie as a leash, virgin satoru,lwk perv!satoru) 364 Words
Nerd!Satoru, who you quickly noticed was just like you, and quickly became your first friend here at your university. Two nerds against the world/ the uni obsessed with party culture.
Nerd!Satoru, who was a virgin. He never got much action in high school, a kiss here and there and that's about it. Virgin Satoru who starts seeing you and letting his eyes wander around your sexy body.
Nerd!Satoru, who was looking for something to get off too, he doesn't do this much but you gave him your sweater and the smell of your cologne gave him a hard on. Just his luck he saw a familiar pair of legs on a thumbnail. He had his eyes glued to his screen. He needed to be inside you like these lucky men.
He was so horny. Never once in high school did he feel this needy, even then it's not like he masterbaited much, he had his studies to worry about. He was watching you get demolished by a man with ponytails. Quickly he snaked his hand underneath his jeans and grabbed his dick, the real thing would be so much better.
With his mind clouded with lust he called you, and you came. He came clean, about what he was going to do. All he wanted was you, he needed you so bad maybe if he begged enough you’d give it to him.
Thankfully, you didn't need much convincing, it was quick but now? You’re laying in his bed, he didn’t realize when you did it but you had turned his tie into a leash, maybe while you were making out. A tug pushed him forward, and you lined your hips up against his cock.
“Cmon Satoru~” You tugged on the leash again, he moaned. Clumsily he pushed into you. His head drew back in pleasure as he let his body go on auto pilot, his hips slapped onto yours with wild animalistic force.
“Am I doing good for you-!” He whined, looking down at you. He noticed the camera in your hands recording your connection points, goosebumps ran up his spine knowing people were going to see this.
“Sooo good ‘toru”
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CHOSO KAMO (cw: mentions of drugs/drug use) 371 Words
Plug!Choso, who has lots of connections, has heard a rumor of a certain boy who’s running an Only Fans. Only to then find out this mysterious man is the same guy in his last class he's been dreaming about every night.
Plug!Choso, who gets high one night. High and horny, and out of curiosity he tracks down your page. Now he’s three videos deep hand still stuck in his dick pumping up and down watching you ride some random douche. You’d be louder than that with him. You'd feel so much better with him.
Plug!Choso, who manages to actually talk to you the next day (he only really showed up to see you) and who has been adamant on getting closer to you. Gotta take him out to dinner first right? Is takeout good enough?
Choso invited you to his dorm. He called it a ‘date’ even though you've only really spoken to him for a week now. The promise of Chinese food is what convinced you, that and the sexy man who invited you in the first place. Yeah if you were honest with yourself you’ve had a bit of a crush on the pony tailed man.
Now? The takeaway containers were all half empty, you were higher than the clouds. Never once did you ever think you’d touch the stuff but he convinced you nonetheless, gave it to you for free too what a sweetheart. Because of that the events now were a blur, you remember laughing, and then crawling and shoving something. Whatever specific things went down it led to you on his lap grinding your hips onto his quite roughly.
Choso was whimpering, all it did was make you go down on him harder.
“Fuuuck ngn..” He whimpered, lifting his head up slightly to watch you. His hands fumbled to your waistband tugging it down slightly “Babe please..”
That's where it started, you’ve been hopping on him for at least an hour. He was making every sound in the book and his hips would tremble upward when you particularly began to bounce harder on him.
You were too far gone to record. It didn't matter that’d just give you an excuse to hop back on your favorite ride.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO (cw: age gap,dilf Toji, security guard toji) 356 Words
Guard!Toji, who slacks on his job a bit if he's being honest. The nerds here usually stay on their best behavior and the party animals are out of his shift so why even bother to care.
Guard!Toji, who only stands straight and tries to look like he cares about his job when he sees this vixen walk on by. A cute boy who lives in the dormitory he has to patrol in the afternoons.
Guard!Toji, who's old enough to be your father. Who doesn't stop you when you start coming up to him and blatantly flirting, rubbing up on his chest, fiddling the velcro on his vest. He’s heard the rumors in passing, he can tell you have him, and or his dick, in your sights, and he's right where he wants to be.
Ah Sundays. Toji loves Sundays, he doesn’t have work. He’s driving back to his small apartment after dropping his son off at a friend's house. Today couldn’t be any better.
Until it gets better of course, he sees you walking on the side of the road from what looks like a library. From the kindness of his heart he stopped and offered you a ride. He got excited when he saw you turn a camera on, then grab onto his thigh, clearly a little distracted.
Toji isn't a stupid man either, so he pulled over. Practically threw you into the back seats of his dingy car.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh? Making me shove this boy pussy full of dick on the side of the road?” He groaned, the animalistic sound hopefully being caught on the camera shoved in an awkward spot. You could get off to the sound later if the video was ass.
“Mhm! Yeeees!” You yelled, he had you basically bent in half, folding you every which way to make sure you’d only come crawling back to him.
You saw his lips lift up to an arousing smirk. That alone caused you to come. This was all you ever wanted. Fuck he was good, but you knew damn well you were gonna be sore tomorrow.
I loved this story. For a moment, I thought Sukuna and Toji were going to treat the MC cruelly/rudely, but I was relieved. I like... well, wild sex, but I hate when partners are mistreated, so it was a relief to read that. And I'm looking forward to seeing how the MC will interact with them in the main story, especially with Satoru, Suguru, and Nanami. Unfortunately, Yuji won't be a romantic partner, right? I liked him, but I understand... anyway, I'm looking forward to more stories. Take care, dear ❤️
Ty for the kinds words🩷
I won’t lie, I do like to indulge in the dark arts, so to speak. That being said, I won’t write rlly dark stuff like non-con (says the guy who wrote ab a stalker breaking into someone’s house to fuck him), I don’t have it in me lol… I always have to add a tidbit of affection and sweetness, that’s just me.
And yeah, Megumi and Yuji r gonna be their own thing.
a hot mess - toji + sukuna special: unmasked, undressed
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Summary:
What should've been a one-time encounter, a one-and-done type of deal, something that should've been enjoyed and forgotten, ended up becoming so much more because of one fucking question.
“Would you let me have a go at him?”
word count: 53.3k words of nasty hentai gooner threesome gay sex so it's too long for tumblr and posted on ao3...(I am crazy)
What to expect: your masked stalker texts u and wants to see u again, his friend wants to meet u too, face-to-face meeting, fancy hotel, top! toji, top! sukuna, bottom! male reader, gay sex, lots of gay sex, guys it's 53.3k words of mostly gay sex omfg LMFAO, threesome, double blowjobs, rimming, making out, three-way kisses, DP, big dick toji, big dick sukuna, everybody is gay, this is gay, they all love men and dick, toji and sukuna are hoes, they might like u?, wait... yall get freaky w/ each other?, MESSSSSSSSSSSYYYYY gay sex, guys it's messy i cannot think of more tags
author's note: hi. this is a sequel to my toji halloween special so u should check that out first to get context. or dont if u dont gaf. i know it's a lot of words. happy valentine's day, yes i'm calling this a valentine's day special
anyways have fun w this it literally took me weeeeeeeeeeeks and i know i said i dont do requests but hey @littlelilithsposts congrats on making me break my own rules... dont count on it happening again ppl i just saw a good vision and went.... to hell and back w/ it
bye handsome <3
a hot mess masterlist
note: the reader is referred to as m.c. for main character. y/n is too 2013core and unserious for me
