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sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's (older brother) sukuna fic

previous part linked here

AN: tw/ mentions of SA and manipulation. please read at your own discretion - protect your own peace!!!

“okay, well. it was back when-” you start.

sukuna reaches forward and pinches the bridge of your nose.

“are you a nutjob?”

you frown.

“huh?”

sukuna drops his hands from your face, resting them against your waist before he uses them to spin you around. he’s walking behind you, leading your steps to the bedroom and whispering into your neck.

“c’mon. we’ll wash up for bed and then talk. want you to be comfortable and all that, we’re not gonna have a serious conversation in the fucking kitchen.” sukuna murmurs.

you smile, letting his attentive hands lead you to the bathroom as he busies himself with doing nearly everything for you. pulling the clips out of your hair and placing the headband just right to pull your hair back, putting toothpaste on both of your brushes, and busying himself with doing your skincare.

his fingers are soft on your cheeks, the slight tautness of his fingertips massaging the terse of your cheek.

and you can’t help but stare at him. at the arch of his eyebrows, his eyes attentively focused on the task, and how slowly he’s breathing – in full focus.

“quit staring. you're freaking me out with your bug eyes.” sukuna murmurs.

you smile.

“you’re a big acts of service guy.” you state.

“eh?”

“acts of service! it’s a love language.”

sukuna glares at you.

“love language? where the fuck do you come up with this shit?”

you hum in response.

“it’s a book – you can even take a quiz to see which of the five is yours. it’s how you show love, how you like to receive it. and yours is acts of service.”

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“is not.”

“yeah, it is! you always like to do stuff for me. like when you washed all my clothes. took the train back to the apartment for me, making me breakfast. you like to do things for me!”

“you’re my girlfriend. i’m not a fucking asshole that’s going to let you take the train alone at night.”

you roll your eyes.

“but the breakfast.”

“you know, i’m quite attached to my security deposit. can’t exactly have you burning my apartment down every morning.” sukuna complains.

you frown.

“still. you like to do things for me. that’s how you show your love.”

the serum he spreads under your eyes cools your skin, as you instinctively shut your eyes and welcome the tiny sting.

“what’s yours?”

“quality time! and words of affirmation.”

sukuna pauses.

“sounds about right. you’re always lurking around here, like a troll.”

you open your eyes and give him a grin.

“i’ll just be on my way out then.” you state, stepping out of the bathroom.

but sukuna’s too quick with it, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on top of your head. he tickles at your sides, as you try to squirm out of his touch and smack his arms.

“when did i tell you to leave, huh?”

“quit tickling, i’m-”

“you leave when i tell you to leave.” sukuna states.

sukuna’s tickling subsides, as you heave and turn around to glare at him. sukuna’s delighted at the pink flush in your cheeks, coupled with the murderous glare you’re giving him.

“if you had your way, i’d never leave.” you state.

sukuna leans forward, lips brushing against yours and nose ghosting your skin.

“something wrong with that, huh? is it a crime to want you all to myself?” sukuna whispers.

it’s enough to send an electrifying jolt down to your core, as you look up at his brown eyes – honeyed over with sweetness. you reach forward and cup his cheek.

“no.” you whisper.

sukuna presses a kiss to the top of your head, before locking his hand in with yours and dragging you out. and you both turn around, quickly discarding your dress clothes for your pajamas and settle under the sheets, tangling your legs together, as you rest your head against his bare shoulder – twisting the little charm on his necklace between your fingers.

sukuna’s hands are in your hair, massaging into your temples as you push your cheek harder into the warmth of his shoulder.

“sometimes it’s hard to explain how things were when they…build up over time. when i try to explain it…it all seems so trivial but i-”

“none of this is going to sound trivial to me.” sukuna clarifies.

you smile.

“i know. i just mean, it’ll sound…stupid. petty stuff at first but it–”

“acknowledging that someone treated you so far from what you deserve is never going to be stupid to me.”

the bluntness is enough to catch you off guard. you give him a meek nod, feeling your cheeks head up as you try to remember the order of events, how things escalated so far, and it’s almost like the damper of it all is back in your brain.

sometimes remembering feels like an oversaturated filter. that if you recollect your memories, that underlying feeling of the memories casts over your entire head, that it sucks out your energy even though nothing is really happening – even though you’re far from him and from being treated like that again.

“no one liked me when i was in middle school.” you state.

sukuna fights the urge to correct you. to tell you all about the camping bag, about how he thought about it for years, even mentioning it at his big age of twenty one to all of his coworkers. but he refrains.

“maybe some part of me internalized that. but i’d watch as people all around me would…would have these guys interested in them. and sometimes i’d try to copy them. i’d want the same jewelry, like the same movies…try to change my hair so i’d look like them.”

sukuna presses a kiss to your hair. you get the message and shoot him a halfhearted smile.

“when i went to highschool…i was really hyper aware of what other people wore. talked about, when it came to guys. and sometimes it would really frustrate me – how stupid, how fucking petty people would be in relationships.” you start.

“i would have killed to be in their position, sukuna. that if i got to love someone, if…if i could get someone to like me back, i would have done it so right. i’d buy them gifts, i’d tell them i love them, i would never talk to other guys because they were all i wanted.” you finish.

how adamant you were being about sucking his dick an hour ago suddenly makes plain, clear sense to sukuna – confirming his hunch entirely. that you’d do anything to make him happy, and while it’s a noble quality, a part of him knows where this is going – and the fact that someone took advantage of it, such a deep earnestness to love, to please, fills him with an insurmountable amount of disgust.

“when i was in my sophomore year of highschool, i had a crush on this guy named parker.” you state.

“with your weird inappropriate english teacher, i remember.”

you smile.

“yeah. i feel like it was one of those…those cosmic connection type things. where you see someone and you just know you like them. he was doing role on the first day and…and i don’t know what it is but i just found myself being drawn to him. i couldn’t help but stare – at how he smiled at his friends, waved at other people in the class.”

you cringe.

“fuck. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be talking about other guys like that when–”

sukuna shakes his head, dismissively.

“i want to know the whole story. if this is a part of it, if this is what’s truthful for you, then that’s okay. granted, i already have a leg up on this parker idiot – you’re in my bed, tangled up in my arms right now. not his.”

you smile.

“you jealous?”

“of some pipsqueak little fifteen year old who didn’t see your worth? absolutely not. and we’re the ones with the real cosmic connection, so i’ll live.” sukuna deadpans.

“we have a cosmic connection?” you ask.

“of course. you think i let yuuji play my video games when i was six? i only let you guys play, the first time we met because you were there. i was fully intent on hanging him upside down from his legs but…decided against it.”

you smile, pressing a kiss into the muscle of his shoulder. it takes a second – to reach your train of thought again – and sukuna affords you the time to think, twirling the ends of your hair in his fingers.

“the year after that, i ended up in this big friend group of people, with guys, which i had never had before. it was originally a big group for a school dance, but…we just ended up hanging out after that. and when we all started hanging out as a group, i realized that my best friend and parker would…talk a lot. we’d go on picnics and they’d be trailing behind the group – and i’d never really found myself fitting in with any of them.” you state.

you pause.

“i’m really boring, sukuna. i mean, i know that i’m not boring, that drinking and smoking and going to parties or whatever doesn’t make you cool – but at that time, i felt boring. they’d all smoke and i’d shake them off, they’d all dress a certain type of way and i wouldn’t. and…and it was like everyone knew it too.”

“we’d play these games of truth or dare. and i’d always do dare, just to…get sometime tame. like writing something in marker on the wall.”

sukuna’s eyes widen.

“how is vandalism tame?”

“erasable markers. and compared to everyone else’s dares – to kiss each other on the neck, to wear each other’s clothes or…or take their own clothes off. i’m glad they never asked me to do that stuff, because they knew i wouldn’t or…or i couldn’t…but. made me feel like a sore thumb sometimes.”

you swallow hard.

“there was this guy in the group. his name was mazzy.”

“prick name.” sukuna states.

you laugh.

“you’re funny.”

“what was funny about that? objectively, that is such a prick name. i want him dead.”

you can’t help but look up at him, his angry brown eyes looking down at yours. and slowly but surely, he breaks out into a smile, rubbing into the little smile lines by your eyes.

“i love how i just wished death on another person and you’re smiling at me like i’m the sun.” sukuna states.

you laugh in response, as you rest your head back against his shoulder and trace stars into your shoulder.

and there’s a searing regret when you recall that what comes next was the catalyst for everything that happened – that a seemingly harmless move caused you some of the deepest, gutting pain of your life.

“i sent him a tiktok, based on this inside joke that the entire group had about him. individually, in a chat with just me and him. and after that…we just started talking. everyday, about lots of different things.”

you swallow hard.

“about him, a lot. he’d tell me all about…the girls he liked, what he liked about them. it was always objectifying. and…sometimes he’d make these comments after i asked why he told me. i was…trying to hint that he thought i was really trustworthy, or that we were friends but-”

you frown.

“he’d always say it’s because i’m not a real girl.”

“what?” sukuna asks.

you can feel hot tears in your eyes, remembering the biting sting of being told that in the early hours of the morning, when you’d sacrifice your sleep to hear what he had to say.

“i wasn’t a real girl.” you whisper.

sukuna reaches forward, swiping the lone tear spilling from your eye, his demeanor washed over in concern, in contempt.

“he…he wasn’t a good guy. so, just…don’t judge me for not saying anything about it or the comments he made and-”

“you were sixteen. keep going.” sukuna whispers.

the recognition, or the mere acknowledgement, that sukuna wasn’t going to accost you for not doing the right thing is enough to make your chest ache. because now, at twenty-two, the comments he made – slight jabs at the expense of others – they disgust you.

and sometimes it disgusted you that you had put up with it, that you had brushed it aside, just so that you wouldn’t have to be alone. that you were that desperate for it.

“when i asked what he meant, he said it again. that i don’t count as a real girl, that…which is why he can tell me about how hot other girls are, how horny he is for them all the time. and i know – trust me, i know how fucked up it was of him to say that, of me to not correct him – but…i guess i just internalized it instead. that he had put words to the feeling i had. that i didn’t get dares like the other girls did, that other guys weren’t interested in me, because…”

there’s a block lodged in your throat, vision blurry.

“because i’m not a real girl. i’m not pretty, and i wasn’t smart and – why would someone ever consider me…why did i delude myself into thinking it could be different?”

sukuna’s insurmountable rage is displaced now, from this faceless asshat, to everyone else. to idiots like naobito – who was going to get another beating from him – to yuuji and kugisaki’s seemingly harmless comments, even down to your mother who had affirmed this feeling to you. hundreds of times over.

but he realizes that it's because they don't know. and makes every intention to stop them, in the most discrete way he can.

“a year after that, he started talking to me about more personal stuff. about his parents, how he thought his sister hated him. and i’d always listen – i’d always affirm him that i thought he was great, and that point, i had started liking him…and i’d do anything to make him feel good.” you state.

you bite into your cheek.

“there was this day where he was talking about his parents, about how he felt so frustrated hiding it, and i…i told him that it wasn’t just him who felt like that, that lots of people did. like me. and it was almost like he had flipped a switch – because we went from talking about him to him…wanting to know everything about me.”

sukuna absentmindedly tucks your hair behind your ear, the thoughts floating around his head. that at that time, it must have meant the world to you. that now, you were one of those people. that someone wanted to talk to you, to know about you too.

but it leaves him with a sour taste in his mouth. because it almost feels exploitative to him, that this asshat had talked to you for a year at this point, and had only now thought to ask about you. after you had played therapist for a year.

and the thought of you spilling out your secrets – about your dad, about sammy – just to have it turn around on you alter makes him understand that little concrete wall. and thanks the lords that he was there, a house across from you his entire life.

the regret that sukuna left is deeper. because sukuna couldn’t have prevented it – any of it – but the thought of you suffering alone made his stomach hurt. that he could have at least been here.

“where was yuuji?” sukuna asks.

“you know…no one really knew that we talked. yuuji included. it was almost late into the night and…and when we first got together, we didn’t tell anyone for months. it wasn’t going to be a good idea, because of a fight we had before we were dating, where he called me a bitch in front of everyone and-”

“he called you a bitch?”

“yeah. it was this dumb thing, group plans that i had made that were kind of spontaneous from this volunteering thing. some people felt left out, and…and i had even invited him because he wasn’t there…but later…when it all kind of blew up in my face, he called me a bitch and everyone was just confused as to why we were friends after that. left a bad taste in people’s mouths.”

“why didn’t it? for you?” sukuna whispers.

“he was really good at being apologetic. and if someone was being earnest, i was always going to forgive.” you murmur.

sukuna frowns.

“always loved that about you. that you saw good, even if there wasn’t any.”

you smile.

“yeah. came to bite me in the butt later but…i’m getting ahead of myself.”

sukuna nods, hand warm around your neck, as he pulls you closer.

“when we met up for the first time, we wrote each other these letters. mine was four pages – about all the things i liked about him, memories that i cherished. and he wrote me one too, but…”

you pause.

“it was nice. there was stuff in there that was nice. but..he ended it with some joke about how he wanted to hit it from behind.”

sukuna watches the disgust spread over your face, as you shake your head like you’re trying to get it off of you.

“he also tried to kiss me that day. but i dodged it. he did grab my butt though, which…i don’t know. guess i wasn’t expecting, but maybe should have in hindsight. he had asked me to wear these leggings and this form fitting shirt…”

sukuna tries to think back to the first time the two of you kissed – to see if there were any inclinations of you pulling away. but he remembers it vividly, the way he pulled you into his lap in your bedroom, pressing kisses into your neck while you were begging him to kiss you full on.

it makes him happy.

but it disgusts him, the second part. that he had dictated what you were going to wear, that he had run his hands over you without asking for permission. and it reminds him of that day, where you were purposely trying to dress to impress him, and thanks the heavens he trusted his instincts and asked you to change.

“the second time, i mustered the courage to kiss him back when he leaned in. and he was kind of…aggressive with it. a lot of the things he did were that way, kind of a lot. i’m more into…the softer things i guess but –”

“i love that.” sukuna states.

you smile.

“yeah?”

“i’m not a fan of that – the aggressiveness.”

sukuna brings his fingertips to your face, thumb brushing down from the bridge to the end of your nose.

“i like to savor it. keep it slow, so…so i can feel it all. commit you to my memory.” sukuna whispers.

your shy smile makes sukuna’s heart skip a beat.

“me too. wanna remember it forever.” you whisper.

sukuna gives you a smile, before nodding for you to continue.

“he talked to me a lot about how…horny he was before we were even dating. but now that we were, it was…something he talked about a lot. and while he never…outright forced me to do something, it was almost like he was wearing me down. first, he…he wanted me to send him nudes. i didn’t like the idea of doing that because he could use them against me so he told me that we should just…facetime and do it, if we had to.” you murmur.

there’s an embarrassment that’s blooming over your skin, images of sneaking downstairs – past sammy and your mom – just so you wouldn’t get caught.

“and i said no. but he asked again and i…i guess i caved. then he was talking about he wanted to take screenshots…because…”

you lean your head back, the embarrassment – the realization that you had done something so utterly stupid that it made you keel back. but this time, sukuna fills the silence. the way you were harshly cutting off the circulation to his hand from squeezing signaled to him that he had to – and he wanted to meet you where you were.

“you’re doing so good, you know that?” sukuna whispers.

there’s a film of tears in your eyes. and you shake your head.

his lips are warm on your forehead, brushing away the frown lines.

“doing so good, angel. so proud of you, you know that?”

you scoff.

“for what? being an idiot?” you murmur.

sukuna’s voice is soft, but adamant.

“don’t.”

you sigh.

“sorry. it’s a habit. i…i don’t actually think i’m an idiot. for any of it, because…i was just a kid. i just wanted someone to like me and–”

“and someone took advantage, sweetheart. that doesn't make you an idiot.”

it makes your chest ache. that he understands it.

“yeah.”

you swallow hard. it's enough to keep you going.

“he told me that i made it really hard for him…to jack off. because i didn’t really wear revealing clothes, which is why he needed the picture. that it would take him hours and that…if he had something it would just make it easier.”

sukuna’s eyes have a murderous glint, but you ignore it for the time being.

“it was kind of a slippery slope after that. because how are nudes different from a screenshot? that he’s my boyfriend so i should trust him and let him save them. that i should take my phone in the shower and call him and…”

you trace the outline of sukuna’s tattoos.

“he’d mask it all in compliments. tell me that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and then ask. say that i was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen before he asked me to get up and send him a picture after i was already in bed.” you state.

sukuna gets it. words of affirmation. mazzy knew it meant the world to you and used it to his advantage.

“we started meeting up after that. and you remember how strict my mom was with sammy and his parents were too…so we’d kind of just…do stuff in my car.”

you frown.

“i’d fight with my mom about it. about how i wanted to drive myself to hangouts. she thought it wasn’t safe, but i’d just…cry so hard about it…because i knew it would disappoint him and i had to go. she’d give in, but…i’d feel like shit after the fact. and whenever we did stuff, it would be blistering hot in the car and his touch was already so…aggressive that i hated it.”

you sigh.

“i’d feel disgusting afterwards. not only because i was caked in sweat or because i did that, but…he’d always call me names. was really into choking and…and i was always scared that my mom would find out when i’d come home looking disheveled or smelling like him. i’d spend hours in the shower trying to scrub the feeling off till i was clean.”

the obsessiveness. sukuna had watched you do it hundreds of times, pricked and prodded at your skin when you felt like you were at your worst. he cups his cheek in your hand, fingers soft on the little blemish on your cheek – and he can’t help but wonder how many times you had picked at it until it bled, scraped off the healing in the name of feeling like his touch was off of you.

you can see sukuna’s eye watering and before you can even prod as to why, he shakes his head.

“there was one time where the security guards of that mall caught us, because i needed to turn the air on in the car. and it was so humiliating, because i wasn’t wearing a shirt and…and they flashed a light on me and started yelling at me. i…i found it hard to take my shirt off after that and…i don’t know. he’d do stuff like that all the time. grope me in public when we were standing against the wall or…at the prom after he didn’t ask me.” you state.

you shake your head.

“anyways, we told people at some point. and people stopped talking to me. he wasn’t a nice guy, he…he had even bullied some of my friends which i found out about later, but…they just didn’t want to associate with him or me by proxy. yuuji was one of the only friends i had during that time, but he was really confused about what was happening too. and he’d ask but…i couldn’t bring myself to tell him because he’d want me to end it then and there. and i would have but–”

you lean your head back.

“he was really unstable. every time he fought with people, he would tell me that he…he'd get so upset and...and punch walls and stuff. and…i felt like it was on me, that his life was in my hands if i didn’t say the right thing. so if i ended things, i’d be leaving him alone – without a lifeline.”

sukuna breaks the silence.

“that’s a big burden to carry at seventeen. feeling like you’re responsible for someone’s wellbeing.”

the recognition makes you cry.

“yeah. it…it is, isn’t it? and-and it was so scary, sukuna. i really thought something bad was going to happen…so i did what i knew would make him feel better.”

sukuna understands. that you were able to give it up and do the one thing you hated doing just to make him feel good, to satiate his needs.

you shake your head.

“anyways, it went on like that for the rest of the year. almost all of the memories from that year are colored dark – because he either did something bad or was mad at me. my eighteenth birthday, my graduation. and around july, i…i had found something bad.”

sukuna tilts his head to the side.

“i was curious one day, so…so i decided to look my dad up. it had been years since he had gone but i just wanted to see. and i found a yelp review for his company and just searched that woman’s name up who left it.”

“sukuna…my dad had been cheating on my mom. for a really long time. there were pictures and…vacations and all this stuff while my mom was like…taking loans from your mom just to buy us clothes and–”

sukuna’s perceptive. and you’re endlessly thankful about it in this moment, just because you don't have to say it.

“he cheated on you, didn’t he? just like your dad did on your mom?” sukuna whispers.

“yeah. i had asked him not to, begged him even, and i-i found out the same way. when he left for college, he’d been so distant that i had started stalking all his followers, just to see what he was up to. and he was…commenting pick up lines on this girl's account.”

you tuck your head into his neck.

“when he came back for break, he told me that he was confused but…but we still did stuff. he broke up with me two days after that.”

sukuna brings his hands up around your waist, pulling you up till you’re straddling him and secured in his lap. you’re stifling your sobs into his neck, his hands warm on your back as he leans his head against yours.

“our anniversary was on december first. i had sent him a gift, this custom made expensive necklace he wanted, and…and two days after the fact i found out that while i was ordering that online, paying same day shipping, he was on a date with her.” you state.

sukuna sighs, pulling you in closer.

“he sent me pictures of their date. because we were still friends. he’d tell me how i was going to be important to him forever, and…tell me all about her. how perfect her family was, how smart she was…that she even matched his sex drive more and–”

you sigh.

“we talked on and off for that year. whenever he came home for break, we’d basically talk all the time – but i figured out later that it was only because of the time difference and that his girlfriend was asleep. and the time that we did spend talking, it was him talking about how he felt like such a dick for how he treated me. and every time, i’d-i’d reassure him that it was okay, that i didn’t mind it.”

“still using you to make himself feel good, huh?”

“yeah. isn’t that….so fucking stupid?”

sukuna sighs.

“that’s very cruel, y/n.”

you pull back, the full depth of the word hitting you as you look at his eyes, brown and washed over in hurt. not pity – because you had seen that droop hundreds of times, but…in recognition. you reach forward, cupping his face.

“very cruel.” you whisper back.

“that’s heartbreaking. you’re a very earnest person and for someone to take advantage of this –”

sukuna reaches forward, pointing at your chest, before he crosses on it again – like the promise he made earlier – and continues talking.

“– of your beautiful heart is brutal, y/n. of course, you felt the way you did about it. anyone would.”

you nod, reaching forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“i hope you know i’ll spend a lifetime trying to mend this with you, whatever that looks like.” sukuna whispers.

“sukuna–” you whisper.

“i’ve always seen you as what you are – a girl. in fact, the only girl for me.”

it’s almost painful. that sukuna’s repeating every word back to you, but the other way. in the way you had wanted when you were seventeen, when you were so desperate to love someone.

“you’re the only person that i’ve ever considered, for something this serious. i know i’ve dated other girls and slept around but…i’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

sukuna reaches forward, taking your hand into his and placing it flat against his chest, over his beating heart.

“s’yours. all yours, for as long as you want it.”

you cross on his heart, which has him breaking out into a smile.

“there’s my pretty girl…come here, yeah?” he whispers, gesturing for you to scoot closer, till you’re faces are only a few feet apart.

and the way he scans his eyes over your face makes your chest hurt – with such attentiveness, with such adoration as he continues murmuring his sweet nothings.

“i’ve always loved your style. i think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen – i love when you frown at me and pretend to be mad and when you sleep with your mouth open.”

you roll your eyes, sparing him a teary laugh.

“i do not.”

“yes, you do. but anyways–”

“no i don’t!”

“baby, i’ve watched you sleep. your mouth is wide open, like you’re going to catch flies.”

“okay, edward cullen. why are you watching me sleep?”

sukuna smiles.

“you look at peace. i love it.”

you shake your head, as he continues.

“you…you drive me crazy.”

he drops his hands down your back, the touch making you shiver.

“but you’re going to call the shots. we’re...we’re going to do what you like. when you’re ready for it and –”

“i meant what i said earlier. i’m ready.” you state.

“i’d wait years if you needed me to.”

you smile.

“i know. but i want you too. and– you…you’re everything to me.”

sukuna smiles back.

“never want you to put your own needs to the side for me, ‘kay? i’d never expect you to do that. you don’t need to sit in sweltering cars or…or get up from bed for me. i’ll always be there after – washing your hair and tucking you into bed and –”

you lean forward, cupping his face, as you press a kiss to his lips. it’s warm and sweet, mixed with a mess of your tears – and him murmuring against your lips.

“angel–” he whispers.

“what?” you murmur back, whispering onto his lips.

“i’ll write you hundreds of letters. i’ll buy you nice gifts on our anniversary and it’ll be just you and me. make you a playlist with all my favorite songs, listen to all of yours. i'll even get a shitty cat if you want one that bad.”

you pull back, shifting your gaze from his left eye to the right and then back to the left. it’s the jump again – the same one you made last time.

when you promise someone your heart, when you begin to cross your heart on someone else’s.

"cat? really?"

sukuna glares.

"of course that's what you fixate on."

you smile.

“do you really mean it?”

sukuna reaches forward, crossing on your chest. you return the gesture.

“always. you’re everything to me.”

you poke at his dimples. you’ll leap – for him.

“does this change things?” you ask.

sukuna pulls you closer.

“it helps me understand you better. makes me love you more, because you’re the strongest person i know. has me filled with pride because you won’t let bad things, or experiences, change how good your heart is.”

you lean forward, cupping his face in your hands.

“don’t flatter me. you’re going to make it impossible for me to leave, ryomen.”

you can see it – the glint in his eyes when you use his given name. and the ear splitting smile that follows makes you ache as he leans forward and closes the gap.

“that sounds like the perfect scenario to me.”

the following morning, sukuna leaves early for work. but you find a perfectly plated breakfast and a letter sitting on the counter.

seven pages worth of sukuna and his sweet words – and an embarrassingly cute story about the camping trip you took years ago.

(you ask satoru to corroborate the story after. and he spells it out in full detail, about how in his drunkenness, sukuna told the group of them about your night together in the camping bag.)

an: anyways. lore. no one look at me - and big fluff chapter after this one, trust.

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