healthy (yandere!sukuna)
warnings: it's sukuna and it's a yandere fic, c'mon...
He was crying. You felt a tad bit guilty, but for the most part, you were frustrated.
This man in front of you was a future doctor. He was tall, handsome, and he was a varsity player for your university's volleyball team. You liked him. He was sweet and considerate. He never pushed your boundaries, always got along with everyone, was nice to his mother and had no issues with his father. He was, for all intents and purposes, a good man with a bright future.
You liked him.
But after a whole year of dating, you realized that that was the problem. You could only like him.
So you couldn't bring yourself to say 'yes' when he asked you to move in with him.
"I understand..." he whispered, voice cracking. "I don't know what I did wrong but I...I understand."
You thought about reaching over to give his hand a squeeze, but maybe that was too patronizing, so you merely nodded.
"I should've ended it sooner, I'm sorry. Let me pay for today." You put down several wads of cash on the dining table, ignoring the other customers' stares and whispers. Maybe breaking up in the school cafeteria was a bad idea. Everyone in the dining hall was a batchmate, each one of them certainly aware of your and your now ex-boyfriend's identities. Everyone was in agreement that he was too good for you.
Everyone including you.
You didn't deserve him. He was a little too perfect, a little too... good for someone like you.
He gave to the poor every chance he got, he always agreed to tutor your friends and other classmates when they were having problems--even if it meant losing time spent with you. He gave a lot to everyone. He wanted to better the world, he wanted to be remembered as a good man in a storm. The type to sacrifice himself for others.
That's why you couldn't bring yourself to love him.
How could you possibly tell this loving, virtuous man that you had no interest in the betterment of the world? How could you tell him that you were only doing your best to live peacefully without getting in anyone's way?
How could you tell this kind, decent, salt of the earth future surgeon, who was blind to how your friends would bat their eyelashes at him when he tutored them, that you didn't care about dying as a "good person"?
How could you possibly ask your future doctor how his sweet, silent, respectful love wasn't the one you wanted?
On the outside, you didn't seem like someone who wanted much. You didn't ask or want for expensive gifts, you were content with fast food dates. Well, you didn't, not really. Excessive money wasn't that attractive to you.
But deep inside, you knew that you weren't so "low maintenance."
Sure shiny things weren't necessary, but you wanted something deeper, something crazier.
You wanted selfish. You wanted obsessive. You wanted a love that would sear itself into your soul and stay with you even after you died.
You didn't need a healthy, boring love.
"Bye." Your farewell came out colder than you intended, but it didn't matter. He could hate you and you wouldn't care. Actually, he should get angry. Maybe he'll finally become interesting.
You swung your backpack over your shoulder and exited the cafeteria, which exploded after only three steps out the door.
Mr. Perfect was finally free from his undeserving, unappreciative lover.
With a relieved sigh, you made your way to the roof. As you plopped your bag on the floor to stretch, the smell of nicotine flooded your senses.
"Ugh."
"Whoops," someone chuckled. "I didn't think anyone would come here."
It was a man. Not just a man, an actual man. He was broad-shouldered and the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing big arms covered in black ink. Tattoos seemed omnipresent on him, he even had them on his face--his gorgeous face.
"You're not here to jump, are you?" He asked jokingly, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips.
"Excuse me?"
Unbothered by your scowl, he stuck a thumb at the metal-netted railings that have been attached to the parapet of the roof. "Last I've been here, those guardrails weren't there. Just how many students jumped off before they installed them?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Last he's been here"? The railing had been there for at least fifty years. Maybe he was from the psych ward, or was he messing with you?
"Look, sir--"
He choked out a hearty ha! Smoke came trailed out each word as he spoke, "I guess to someone like you I look like a sir."
You crossed your arms, eyeing his chest for any sign of the yellow visitor's pass. Finding none, you reluctantly lifted your gaze away from his vest and met his eyes. "Visitors aren't allowed in this building, this is strictly for students and staff."
"Oh?"
"Well, not without a pass. And I can't believe this needs to be said but this is a non-smoking zone." Naturally including the medicine building and the hospital, the entire campus was a non-smoking zone.
He chucked again. "My mistake."
You furrowed your brows at him. He rolled his shoulders in a mocking, exaggerated show of surrender before lifting the cigarette and dropping it on the floor to be snuffed on with his polished brown leather shoe.
"Thank you," you mumbled. "Do you need help getting to the exit?"
"I think I can find it on my own, but thanks for worrying about me."
You really didn't like how hot he looked leaning down to meet your eye level. You knew he was tall, hell, he was taller than your middle blocker ex, but he was monstrously big. His personality probably didn't help. You've never met a man who could be, who could feel so large in multiple ways.
"Later." He waved, walking past you.
You didn't turn to watch him leave the roof because you were afraid of letting him see the face you were making.
Sukuna put on his suit jacket as he made his way to the dean's office.
"Oh, there you are, welcome back, sir!" The dean of surgery and medicine was a graceful and spunky old lady who, like many people, couldn't resist Sukuna's charm. It was amazing the kind of effect the man had on everyone. With just one smile, he had reduced this veteran surgeon into a simpering schoolgirl. "That took you a while, I hope you didn't get lost."
His secretary, Uraume, pulled a chair and Sukuna grabbed it from them. "I almost did but one of your students saw me and offered me her help."
"That's good to hear. I'm very proud of our--"
"I want to personally thank her."
The dean pulled back. "Pardon?"
"Please," Sukuna said, eyes glowing. "It would be very much appreciated." He showed her the nameplate he snatched from you.
The dean's pupils dilated before constricting. She blinked and then smiled. "I understand. I'll have my assistant find the information now."
"Just have it emailed to me." Sukuna stood, smirking. "This was a fruitful meeting, your department can expect a lot of support from me in the future."
Uraume bowed to the ever-grinning dean before following their boss out.
The youthful secretary observed their boss for a while before pointing out, "You seem happy."
"Nothing gets past you." Sukuna glanced at your nameplate and pressed it to his lips. "I finally found her."
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