Unbeknownst to you, there is a unspoken “girl code” you require to know to have the honour to join friend groups. Snapchat, a finsta, or oversharing about their latest woes with their puppy love boyfriends. It’s like an ‘open sesame!’ password you gotta know, but you only know your ABCs.

You didn’t have anything much interesting going on, to be frank. Not even your grades were exceptional. Faded and forgotten, you were often regarded as a background character you read from your romance books that you grow discreet with reading as you age.

If your life was a movie, it’d be a rather anticlimatic. On par with a dead person’s heartbeat. No rising action, no climax, just a flat immovable line.

But that was fine. You didn’t sulk over being average, nor did you not try your best to fit more into the norm. You had a few friends. Online friends you made from video games, and all the hobbies you started on the way growing up.

Nobara is your best friend ever since high school. The both of you had applied for the same college, but different courses. The campus was vast enough to included pre-med and various other courses as well.

You went into graphic design. Being somewhat of a borderline loner gets you all in your head all the time, imagining designs and all colourful trinkets that you could possibly craft, and transform it into a career path. Cliche, laugh it up.

But…designing wasn’t the only thing on your mind, of course.

A hormonal teenage girl can never just be thinking about inanimate objects, of course.

24 years of your life, you’ve been fawning over the idea of having a boyfriend.

When you were 13, you wanted a bookworm, nerd boyfriend. Harry Potter was your favourite.

When you turned 16, you wanted a dashing, biker boyfriend that swept you off your feet. “Vroom vroom, get on my bike and skip class with me! Oh look I have a leather jacket too! Won’t you swoon for me baby?”

When you turned 20, you craved someone that could understand you. Someone who could teach you how to do complex equations, someone who could fix your bike after it breaks down. Hold your hand during roller coaster rides.

But as the years passed, you never got the so called “teenage heartbreak”. No boy ever liked you in high school, you thirdwheeled Nobara and her then boyfriend to prom. There wasn’t a promised prophecy of “When you’re 19 you’ll meet a boy that’s gonna break your heart!”. There wasn’t anything, actually. By the time you blew out your birthday candles for being good ol’ 24, you think it’s pretty much over, like there was an expiry date to use certain vouchers.

“Girl we gotta go NOW.”

Thankfully, you still had Nobara.

“My bad! Let’s go let’s go!” Frantically tying your shoelace, you stand up and knock your boots against the door twice to fasten it, before rushing to catch up with Nobara , who’s thumb is jamming down on the button inside the lift.

Slapping your foot down and running up the corridor, you clumsily dart into the elevator, nodding at Nobara to close the lift door. Your feet wobble and—

A big, warm hand with black painted fingernails pushes you upright swiftly by your shoulder before you trip. You whip your head behind you, only to be met with a wall of gray. Craning your neck higher as if to scale a skyscraper, it’s Sukuna.

Ryomen Sukuna, vice captain of the rugby team on campus. He lives on the men’s dorm, which is floor 3 and 4. You don’t know much about him other than his outward appearance.

From anyone’s height, Sukuna looks intimidating as hell. With his oversized gray hoodie hanging over his broad frame, and a pair of wired earphones going with it, the signals he transmitting is completely unfriendly and closed off, despite him just assisting you earlier.

The silver of his dogtag reflects the elevator and blinds you momentarily, he quirks a pierced brow down at you. The runic-like tattoos on his face scare you as much as you find it attractive, so you awkwardly pass a thanking nod at him like a thief caught red-handed and turn back to Nobara, who’s giving you a side eye for your tiny embarrassing moment.

“Oops.” You bare your teeth downwards at her, feeling rather silly yourself.

— —-

Classes go by in a blur.

Carrying a stack of papers in one arm and your tote bag in another, you feel a subtle vibration in the back pocket of your jeans. Snaking and fumbling around to fish your phone out from your pocket, it lights up with a notification from Nobara.

Nobara : my prof is taking 4ver to conclude the class, go ahead without me :( Nobara : btw idh class tmr morn, so lets go out n have lunch ?

You put your papers down at the nearest bench and start typing away with a smile on your face, pink tongue slightly sticking out.

You : ya okk! You : ur prof always pulls this… Nobara : I KNOW. everyday in this class i wanna kms Nobara : i’ll see u tmr girl

Clumsily gathering all your things with you, you head to the shuttle bus to head back to your dorm.

It’s a bummer that Nobara often has to bail out on you for her classes and emergencies, but at the very least, you get to game tonight! Whenever Nobara is not free, you would head back to your dorm early and get on your favourite online game.

Also talk to your second most favourite person after Nobara— “cursedguy444”

Biting down your lip in giddiness, you pull up your steam chat. The bus shakes a little and your thumb presses down on a silly in game sticker.

cursedguy07 : hello sweetheart

Just talking to him makes your cheek flush, resisting the urge to giggle like a maniac in the corner of the bus.

sleepyGirl_04 : dont call me that im kinda shy… cursedguy07 : but you are sweet tho

You kick your feet slightly under your seat. Godsake, you’re 24…

sleepyGirl_04 : 😵‍💫 sleepyGirl_04 : um anyways sleepyGirl_04 : wanna go 1 round?

Smiling to yourself, you lean on the bus window, biting your lip and humming a little to the adverstisement music on the shuttle bus. More people get on the bus as it stops every station, but you’re stuck in your little bubble with him.

cursedguy07 : 1 round of u? cursedguy07 : haha

You quickly angle your phone towards yourself so the elderly woman beside you doesn’t see his suggestive text.

sleepyGirl_04 : STOP IM ON THE BUS  cursedguy07 : on your way back from class? sleepyGirl_04 : i’ve been really busy w class these days. i missed u.. cursedguy07 : yeah dont worry bout it. been caught up with my training too. cursedguy07 : how bout a round of the game and one round of u👍 sleepyGirl_04 : stop did u rly just thumbs up cursedguy07 : i did, so? cursedguy07 : you don’t want to sext?

The old lady besides you cough and you flinch, your phone jumping in your hands like freshly-caught fish before you hastily catch it back with a few keyboard smashes.

sleepyGirl_04 : cdsjv jds vjebv e cursedguy07 : ? sleepyGirl_04 : TYPO sleepyGirl_04 : also Ok fine i do.. i do…im shy ok like you can’t always just say it like tgat… cursedguy07 : “tgat” sleepyGirl_04 : STOP cursedguy07 : we literally always sext, idk why you always act like it’s the first time sleepyGirl_04 : it’s called being embarassed and prudish cursedguy07 : you? prudish? got a chuckle out of me sleepyGirl_04 : die

After a good 20 minutes, you finally arrive back at your dorm. Rushing towards the lobby to head for the lift, you notice Sukuna heading for it too. He gestures silently for you to go first. Gentleman.

Thing about Sukuna—he looks like an asshole, is not an asshole.

Nodding oafishly, you head into the lift with Sukuna. Pressing on buttons 2 and 4, you head up. Cranky elevator, great jazz music . There’s a slightly sweaty smell of musk that you’re 200% sure it comes from the man behind you, but you don’t comment on it. Too hasty to get home.

The lift dings at the second floor and you whisper a small thanks at Sukuna when he holds the door open for you. Hurriedly running to your door, you take off your shoes, socks, unlocking your door with your key jingles echoing down the hallway.

Greeted by the familiar sight of your living room, you place down your bags and hang your coat, tossing your keys into it’s designated key box. A notif from discord pings u.

cursedguy07 : u there? i’m home.

“Ow! Ow!” Peering over at your phone on the table, you impatiently pull at your hair tie to let your tangled hair free, plucking a few unfortunate hair strands that are not spared by your rough handling. Your mother used to snark to you about your frequent hair-falling issues, but you’ve always got invisible earmuffs on when she starts her piece.

You try your best to type on your keyboard with your freehand, the other still pulling at your unkempt hair. Certainly you regret not brushing your hair in the morning before you left the house…

leepyGirl_04 : m home too! gib me a momendt cursedguy07 : u got home drunk or ?

You grimace, finally letting your hair free and focus on your phone. Snatching it from your table, you dive into your couch, lying comfortably on it.

sleepyGirl_04 : ws typing with 1 hand cursedguy07 : me too

A furious blush paints over your face, your legs instantly closing tightly together and rubbing against each other with rising friction. It’s been a while since you had some release. Pulling up your shirt to bare your bra to the cool air of the room, you bite down the hem of your shirt, texting him back.

sleepyGirl_04 : r u touching urself right now…? sleepyGirl_04 : y didn’t you wait for me cursedguy07 : yea m strokin my dick. cursedguy07 : is this table manners? i didn’t know i had to wait cursedguy07 : whatchu wearin? sleepyGirl_04 : ok fine smartass… sleepyGirl_04 : m wearing normal tshirt n shorts… cursedguy07 : baby ur killing me cursedguy07 : i mean underneath that sweetheart cursedguy07 : u do this everytime sleepyGirl_04 : o sorry HELP sleepyGirl_04 : ok um white sports bra and black cotton panties.. cursedguy07 : always the same shit sleepyGirl_04 : ik its not sexy… cursedguy07 : did i say that? cursedguy07 : my boner sure thinks it’s sexy

It really makes you warm and endeared that he never cares about how awkward you are. Makes you so giddy. Like you have candy in your mouth and it’s sticking to your teeth.

cursedguy07 : if i was there i’d fuck your panties sleepyGirl_04 : u said this last time too… sleepyGirl_04 : one trick pony

You snicker.

cursedguy07 : and i meant it both times, so now what? cursedguy07 : and you got wet both times, guess the trick never got old

Whining and feeling yourself getting hot and bothered, your fingers absentmindedly slip under your shorts, lightly ghosting them over your clothed clit. You jolt when you touch a spot that feels good.

sleepyGirl_04 : wtv sleepyGirl_04 : im rly sensitive rn cursedguy07 : yea? pinch your clit sleepyGirl_04 : i m cursedguy07 : do it harder cursedguy07 : u always slack off sleepyGirl_04 : no i dont cursedguy07 : yes u do. always complain you can’t cum when i don’t tell u to cursedguy07 : fuck. wna tap my dick over your clit and watch you squirm cursedguy07 : shit my dick is leaking so much

Panting with ragged breaths, you circle your clit faster over your underwear, feeling your pussy getting warm and sticky. The wetness was dripping down towards your ass, and you whimper when your fingers glide over it to feel the slimy fluid coat your fingers.

sleepyGirl_04 : stop sleepyGirl_04 : i wish u were here to rub my clit sleepyGirl_04 : im so horny i want to cum cursedguy07 : yea cursedguy07 : if i was there i’d suck your clit until you cry cursedguy07 : lick u all over

Reading his text, you loudly moan into the space of your living room, rubbing yourself faster and faster until your hand is a blur in your shorts. Imagining a big silhouette of a man hovering over you, hands groping your tits and eating your pussy like a starved man.

cursedguy07 : ur pussy will overstimulate and squirt when im done w u cursedguy07 : fuck m gonna bust cursedguy07 : wanna fill ur pussy up with my cum fuck

“A-Ahnng-” Your body bows and tenses, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw falls open with drool. You come hard and slow, the high lasting so long that you’re shaking and trembling, whining with choked noises.

cursedguy07 : i’d fuck u so good

Your hand still keep rubbing over your soaked panties, stuttering and cramping with its movement from how rough you were being. Hips bucking one last time, you slump back into your couch, sweat glistening on your forehead.

sleepyGirl_04 : i came so hard cursedguy07 : yeah? ur fingers all sticky huh sleepyGirl_04 : stop wtv cursedguy07 : u always get shy afterwards sleepyGirl_04 : havent you heard of post-nut clarity cursedguy07 : sure sleepyGirl_04 : udh post nut clarity? cursedguy07 : there’s no reason for me to regret cumming hard to the thought of you

Bah, he’s so sly with his words it makes you feel like a stupid girl falling for a con artist sometimes. The post orgasm bliss washes over you, still lying there and smiling at your ceiling.

cursedguy07 : i’ll shower then we play cursedguy07 : wait for me sweetheart

Yes, it’s peculiar. Talking to a stranger on the internet and sexting each other time to time. Over the past 5 months of getting to know each other, perhaps it was inevitable to have sexual tension when late night gaming turns into sexual conversations.

The both of you have a silent agreement on not revealing yourselves and send pictures, keeping the anonymity and also the thrill of being a mystery intact.

He’s not…really a boyfriend. Is he?

You don’t count him as one either ways.

Are you e-dating? Uh…Probably? Probably not? You grimace at the aspect that Nobara might be right about discord-dating being cringe. Alas, you’re cringe and you’re free.

Quickly cleaning yourself up with a shower as well, you head to your bedroom and get on the game. You and him met on Outlast Trials. It’s silly, but you were really attracted to how direct he was trying to solve the puzzles in the game. He always gave instructions and beat the rounds fast. And god, his voice…

You accept the game invite.

“Hm. Hey.” Over your headphones, he clears his throat, a raspy sleepy voice comes through. You giddily cross your feet.

“Helloo. Hehe.” Speaking sheepishly into your mic, you smile, adjusting your keyboard so it’s positioned the way you like it. “Did you have a good shower?”

“Huh.” He chuckles over the line, “Very like you to ask me how I showered. It was fine. Then I thought of you. Jerked off again.”

“Yeeee pervert…” You comedically make a goofy imitation of his deep baritone voice, hiding how flustered you are. He laughs and clicks his tongue in exasperation over the line.

“Tsk tsk. You like it.”

“I don’t.”

“You do. Bet you came really hard, all shaking and needy.”

“Ok anyways,” You quickly change the topic before your cheeks turn the same shade of red as your sleep shirt. “Let’s queue.”

The both of you hop onto Outlast Trials, getting the orphanage map. The mission objective for this map is easier for you than the other maps, so you crack your knuckles in excitement, waiting for him to connect in as well.

The game starts and you both head for the mission.

“Say, you never told me what sports you play,” you perk up a curious question, clicking on your mouse, “Earlier you said you’ve been busy with training?”

“Hm. Yeah. I play rugby for my college team.”

This should have alerted you, but you don’t realize it, focused on the game.

“Ohh yeah! My college has a rugby team too. I don’t know much about it though.”

“Ha, maybe we’ll go against each other. I’ll win though, sorry in advance.” He smugly states, and you can see in your minds eye how his smirk would look like, despite the lack of imagery.

“Wowwww we got Mr. Smug3000 here.” you jest.

“Shit, come revive me.” Knocked down by the enemy in the game, his character crawls weakly on the ground. “And yeah, can’t blame me. My team ran up to the semifinals last year so. We gonna climb to the top this year.” A ruffle sound over the in-game voice call, probably running his hand through his hair.

“Hmm…” You hum in acknowledgement, busy on the game.

“Ahem,” He clears his throat. “You wanna come to my match this thursday?”

“Oh what, like face to face? Haha.” Nervously laughing, you blink at your screen, hoping he’s just joking.

“Yeah, face to face.”

Everything in you stills like a deer in the headlights. You should play dumb.

“Wait come help me with the nuns-”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

The sudden sternness of his voice makes you sweat internally, unsure how to respond to his demand. A cold chill washes over your chest, your clammy hands freezing up on your mouse. Insecure and awkward as you are, there was no way you were going to meet this guy face to face. This is all gradually getting too real.

“Baby we’ve been talking for months. Unless you’re a guy using a voice changer, I don’t see why we shouldn’t meet in real life.”

“I just,” you hesitate, biting your inner cheek in contemplation, “I just don’t think it’s nescessary.”

“Necessary? Am I just some voice fantasy for you? We don’t even send pictures to each other. Fuck, the most we’ve done is sext.” He sounds frustrated over the line, his character in the game not moving. He’s away from the keyboard.

“I wanna see you for real.” He adds.

“Don’t you wanna meet me?” It almost sounds like a plea when he says it.

“Uhhh…” You swallow hard.

Racking your brain hard for an answer, you panic when it comes out blank. Doesn’t he know stranger danger? Isn’t the whole point of anonymous sexting online, anonymous? To get away from the humiliation of being known publicly? Is he too, not an insecure guy who’s talking to a stranger online to fill his otherwise lonely social life?

For you, being online was your escape. Playing video games was your escape. You didn’t think you were gonna meet some guy in Outlast Trials out of all place and…and fool around with him. The fact that you even met him on such a small game was already an absurd thrill, but you’ve never meant for it to go this far.

You didn’t want to be a catfish either; It was too much hassle to constantly edit pictures back and forth. So you thought, it was going to be this way forever. Playing games together, talk about random topics, and sometimes indulge yourselves in sexual conversations. Faceless, no identity, even though you’re sure he knows a lot of details about you, as much as you know about him.

Literally why does he wants to meet? The pressure is intense. You don’t necessarily think he’s some kind of creepy old man behind the screen, but at the same time, you don’t want your fantasy to be shattered. The illusion of “cursedguy_07” that you’ve made in your mind was already ingrained into you. Meeting up would completely reverse that sort of delusion that you’ve subject yourself to, much to your selfish desires.

The version of “cursedguy07” you have created in your mind, is much more valueable than the real thing for you. Fucked up to say, aware enough to admit.

What if he’s not your type? What if you’re not his type? This would all be over in seconds.

Plus, the both of you have not discussed or labeled your relationship at all. Who are you gonna show up as? His online friend that he occassionally indulges with sexting?! So ridiculous…

“I… I don’t know. What if like…I don’t know. What if we, you know, don’t find each other attractive?” your meek reply earns a brief silence, you’re afraid you’ve said something to offend him.

“I don’t care how you look. Do you care how I look?” The game is long forgotten.

“I-I mean no no, I’m not that judgemental. But, physical chemistry is a thing, you know what I mean?” You try to salvage things, but you don’t even sound confident in your own words. You hate angering people, confrontations is something you try your hardest to avoid.

Even back in high school, whenever people would comment something rather unpleasant about you, you don’t stand up for yourself. The moment will pass. But resentment will build and gradually fester into something ugly if you had started right into an explosive argument right there and then.

“We should try at least.” He urges, “I’ll send you a pic, you send me one back.”

What?!

Growing up, you seldom take selfies. In group photos, a hand peace sign is what you use to cover your face. Your mother used to pry your hands apart just to stop you from playing hide and seek with the camera. Sending a picture to the guy you like? No chance.

“Ok no, that’s just- No. I’m not ready…” The game auto-exits to the lobby, leaving you and your “internet fuck buddy” alone in the call with no game to interrupt you.

“Fine, you don’t have to. But I will. I’m tired of this.” The sound of him leaving the game lobby and ending the in-game voice call beeps.

cursedguy07 : *sent a photo*

The sudden burst of adrenaline that rushes through your blood makes your veins pump erratically. Holy shit. He really just sent a photo of himself. You hesitate before you click on the notification.

“Oh my god.”

The photo that graces your screen is a picture of his bulky abs, the hem of his shirt pulled up by a veiny hand. But you’re not focused on the shirtless thirst trap picture at all. You’re not even aroused. You’re focused on the extremely familiar runic tattoos that run across his chest down to his abdomen.

Fumbling with the apps, you dive into instagram.

Search bar.

“malevolentsteam_u”

Your thumb pulls up, click on the line up listing post.

You swipe.

"Ryomen Sukuna, vice-captain of the Malevolents.”

A loud silence swallows up your room.

cursedguy07 : this is all yours if we meet.

Instantly , you slam your phone down onto your lap, hurling up your legs up your seat and bury your face into your knees, palm covering your overheating face. Heart palpitations instantly start up despite the fact that you didn’t have anything caffeinated today.

Rubbing your eyes in profusely in harsh circles, you try to come down from your panic to realize that you’ve been sexting the guy that lives in the same fucking building, two floors above you. You’ve been sexting that hot guy on the rugby team that’s everyone wishes to violently bang. You’ve been sexting a guy that you see everyday at the fucking elevator!

This is practically the worst possible outcome! You see him everyday, you know him! It’s a relief he has no idea who you are, but you feel as if on the verge of tears imagining him finding out that you’re not who his own delusion has imagined to be. Maybe he’d block you. Hate you.

cursedguy07 : are u still shy? cursedguy07 : look, i’m a real person. my real name is ryomen. cursedguy07 : you can search me up on the Malevolents team instagram cursedguy07 : you’ll see my face

“Oh my god just stop fucking texting me!” All the panic in you is making you sway back and forth, leg bouncing, ending up on your bed with your face smothered in your pillow in an attempt to wash away this memory.

There is absolutely no way in hell you’re meeting Ryomen Sukuna in person. No fucking way. This is genuinely your worst nightmare.

First of all, there is no way a guy like him isn’t expecting a cute kitten e-girl behind the screen. You’re an awkward, mundane girl with not much going on for herself, this is a match made in hell. Second of all, you have not mentally prepared yourself for the prospect that you would meet your internet-sext-buddy in real life!

Lastly, why the fuck is a guy like Sukuna always free to play games and sext with you at night! Doesn’t he have parties?! Training?! What is going on! Why the hell is Ryomen Sukuna sexting with someone on discord!

Fuck, why do you even have him on a pedestal?

For the sake of your remaining sanity, you leave Sukuna on seen and cover yourself up with your fluffy blanket.

“This is probably just a nightmare and I legit just haven’t woken up. Trust it’s gonna be over.”

— —-

cursedguy07 : sweetheart, are u ghostin me? cursedguy07 : i apologize for sending you an unsolicited pic

Ignoring your phone buzzing in your pocket, you tie your shoelace, loosening your shoulders to head out. The smile on your face is forced and anxious when you greet the next door lady good morning. Like the Smile movie you watched last week.

cursedguy07 : is there any way for me to fix this?

Pressing on the down button for the lift, you grimace down at your phone, taking it out your pocket. What do you even say to Sukuna? You don’t wanna send a pic back, but you don’t want to continue to lead him on more.

Like a sick joke, the lift opens the door and it greets you with none other than Sukuna. Stiffening, your eyes scan over him.

Still with his gray hoodie, he’s carrying a gym duffel bag, and no headphones this time. On his right hand, he’s gripping his phone tightly. His pierce brow quirks, but this time, he looks especially…bothered. Different from his usual nonchalance.

“U gonna just stand there all day or come in the lift? I’m in a rush here.” Sukuna barks, causing you to flinch.

This is the first time he has ever spoken to you, and the dread builds. His voice matches. He really is cursedguy07.

Nodding in fear and awkwardness, you rush into the lift and press for the lobby. You cannot afford to speak and for him to recognize your voice. The air feels tense and suffocating all of the sudden, you’re hyper-aware of Sukuna that’s standing literally right behind you, typing on his phone loudly. Holding your breath as if you’re underwater, you listen.

He’s the type of guy who has his ringer on all the time.

He types, then he deletes. Types, and then deletes.

It feels like you’re stuck in a fucking horror movie when your phone vibrates quietly in your pocket, and you’d rather die than check it with him in the lift. Thank god you silent your ringer before you left.

“Fuck.” Behind you, Sukuna whispers solemnly in the air. You hate that it sounds just as sultry as he sounds on the late night calls you share.

The elevator door opens and you step out of the way to let Sukuna pass you and head out first. His tall, burly frame briefly passes before your eyes, jaw muscle ticking, gripping the grip of his duffel bag like he’s releasing tension. He’s striding down towards the community gym really fast. Like, three of your steps to his one stride.

You pull out your phone to check.

cursedguy07 : look, i don’t know what i did wrong(aside from the picture), but is it really that bad to the extent of you refusing to speak to me? cursedguy07 : usually you’d tell me you’re busy before you go offline. cursedguy07 : does my body repulse you so?

Shit!

You scramble to open his chat.

sleepyGirl_04 : woah woah woah nonoononono sleepyGirl_04 : your body is fine sleepyGirl_04 : you’re just like rly hot sleepyGirl_04 : idk how to talk to you anymore sleepyGirl_04 : u look like ai cursedguy07 : ? cursedguy07 : you say the strangest things cursedguy07 : i cannot keep up with the speed of your brain cursedguy07 : this is the very first time where a woman has stopped speaking to me bc im “too hot”. cursedguy07 : does that mean you’re gna stop talking to me ?

A text notif pings on your screen above your chat.

Nobara : girl where the hell r u Nobara : yk we still got lunch right

There is literally so much on your plate right now you think you’re going to explode.

sleepyGirl_04 : wait i’ll reply u ltr cursedguy07 : when is later?

You switch to Nobara’s chat.

You : girl m coming i couldnt find my key this morn Nobara : i’m gna slap u when u get here You : wait dont slap me i hv tea to tell u

You switch to Sukuna’s chat.

sleepyGirl_04 : um ltr cuz im going to see my friend rn cursedguy07 : can we address this first?

You switch to Nobara’s chat.

Nobara : girl u piss me off GET HERE NOW

Pocketing your phone, you pratically sprint out the lobby towards the street, casting a lingering glance at the gym entrance.

cursedguy07 : have fun sweetheart. i guess?

— —

“Next time, I’m gonna shove my stethoscope up your ass.”

“Please don’t.” You sweat with a pleading smile, brows furrowed tightly together. Nobara sips on her already finished milkshake, sucking on the straw until it makes a bubbly noise.

“Spill on what you were gonna tell me.” Nobara grumbles, cocking her head to the side expectantly.

Putting your bag down on the floor, you reach for the menu on the table. Stomach has been growling since you walked in. You order your meal—a beef bolognese rigatoni, before you continue.

“Ok so like, remember my internet online friend?”

“The one you kinda have a crush on? What was it? Cursed dude 4 or something?”

“It’s cursedguy07” You correct her, putting a finger up to imitate a nerd face.

“Don’t play semantics with me.” Nobara rolls her eyes, and you cheekily grin.

“Right so…” You paused, drumming your knuckles on the table, eyes focused on the cafe menu.

“He may or may not wants to meet up with me, and also sent me a picture of himself.” You look up at Nobara, who’s jaw is agape.

“So was I right? He’s a creepy old man?” Nobara excitedly points.

“No! God! I hate you!” You hush-scowl at her, making a few of the other patreons at the cafe turn to look at the commotion. It’s the same feeling as your mother being excited to tell you ‘I told you so.’ Aggravating, yes.

“He’s…I think you should see it for yourself.” Meekly, you take out your phone, and shoves the shirtless picture of Sukuna at Nobara’s face. She immediately recoils and squints her eyes.

“Girl I don’t wanna see a thirst…Wait.”

Nobara’s eyes widen, and she snatches your phone to look closer.

“Is that…?” She looks up from your phone, and you stammer a nod.

She looks down at the phone, then up at you again.

“You’ve been e-fucking Ryomen Sukuna?!” Nobara loudly yelps.

“Shh! Keep it down!” Your hand shoots out to cover Nobara’s mouth to muffle her noise, which she resists. The both of you look properly insane.

“Girl, that’s a big fish you got there, my god.” Dramatically covering her mouth with a manicured hand, she exclaims.

“Fish? It’s the entire pond! What am I gonna do”

“Obviously fuck him?” Nobara makes a flippant hand gesture, circling her finger around your face.

“Stop, really?” You bite your lip, “I’ve been thinking about deactivating my account and forget about him.”

“Girl no.” Nobara rolls her eyes again, “not fuck HIM. im saying FUCK HIM.” She does a lewd gesture of her finger thrusting into her hand that’s shaped into a makeshift tunnel. You quickly smack her hand down with lightning reflexes. Have some decorum!

“Stop it! Stop it!” You scold in panic, curling your nose, while Nobara snorts.

Your food arrives and Nobara shrugs and drops the topic, changing it to talk about her horrid nightmare of a clinical exam coming up soon. Despite paying attention to Nobara, the knot in your chest builds. Toeing the line between coming clean to Sukuna about who you are behind the screen and avoiding him forever by unadding him on social media platforms, you realize you have to make a decisive decision soon.

Or you could just. Not do anything about it. Maybe.

Now that you know “cursedguy07” is fucking hot, it literally goes beyond your fantasies now. Will you shatter his fantasy when you meet?

“You know what I think,” Nobara chews with her mouth wiped clean with a tissue, missing a cheeky crumb at the corner as she speaks, “I think you should send a picture back. Doesn’t have to have your face in it. Just be a tease.”

You try your hardest to not blush at the idea of taking suggestive photos for Sukuna’s viewing pleasure, but the very idea him of getting a painful boner and frustrated over an amateurly-taken photo of your body is way too exciting to be shot down. Crumbling a man down to a horny mess would be a massive ego boost to your already insecure self. Stabbing your fork into the last pieces of rigatoni in your bow, you bite the steel utensil and nod in contemplation.

— —-

“You coming?”

“Gimme a sec’.”

Patting down the sweatdrops around his nape, Sukuna finds himself zoning out at the gym floor, staring at it with a blank slate of a mind, as if it was going to grow a head out from the surface. The light reflections from the overhead lighting in the gym bounces on the floor, then onto his face. He blinks hard.

Shuffling to retrieve his phone from his duffel bag placed beside him on the bench, he turns on his phone to see his mundane wallpaper, no notifications from his favourite girl.

Technically not his, but well, not yet. Hoping to be.

See, Sukuna was never one to believe in a fantasical romance scenario that’s along the lines of a children’s book. When he hopped on the game a few months back, that particularly Sunday, he wasn’t expecting to meet a girl that he would end up thinking about almost daily.

Come on. Online dating? Do you know how many scammers are there? The voice changers?

Sukuna deemed it below him to succumb to this. It couldn’t be this easy to be infatuated with a random stranger across the country just from their pretentious personality that they use as a front online. Looking at her profile picture of a goofy cat, he has to chew and swallow on his own words, acid reflux be damned.

Sighing with a heavy chest, he stuffs his shoes and dirty laundry in his bag like a immature child who just got lectured, and heads out to join Toji. Stubborn steps bring him a good distance away from Toji, burning a hole into the back of his head while he overthinks.

Looking to his right, there’s footballers on the field fooling around after practice like naughty kids on christmas. Sukuna wonders if one of them would trip over each other and sprain their ankle. He wasn’t one to constantly wish the worst on others, but hell was it not funny to see someone shit-faced with a pile of mud after a heavy rain. He reckons his foul mood is largely linked to that infuriating girl that’s stop replying him, but he tries to imagine the Buddha. No attachments. No attachments. Sukuna never had good imagination.

Looking to his left are the cheerleaders practicing. A few girls were already looking his way before he turned. Locking eyes with who he assumes to be the “ring leader” of their circle, she blows him an air kiss, which he dodges it by leaning backwards with an unamused expression. A quiet smirk pulls on the corner of his lips when a burst of boisterous laughter trails behind him as he keeps walking without looking back.

Sukuna wasn’t interested in any other girl other than the one trapped in his phone. He knew it was silly to act “tied down” before even meeting her, but it wasn’t like he had his eyes on anyone prior to her appearance in his life.

Rubbing his temple, Sukuna dryly laughs at himself and the ridiculous predicament hes caught himself in. He’s loyal to a girl who refuses to meet him. Putting on a circus show for no audience.

WInding up his arm like a cat getting ready to pounce on it’s target, Sukuna smacks Toji on his back, chuckling when he curses loudly at him. Ducking and dodging at Toji’s vengeful hits, Sukuna sprints to secure a seat at the cafeteria, laughing boyishly like a prebuscent farmer boy in the meadows.

A blur of blue and he crashes into it.

“Fuck I’m sorry,” Immediately Sukuna looks down at the poor student who had to suffer the weight of crashing into a stone wall like him. It’s a girl with a blue shirt. He curls his spine to grab her by her upper arm, yanking her upright, unsure if it’s gentlemanly enough for him to help her up when she yelps from his manhandling. “You alright?”

The girl briefly raises her head to meet his eyes, and then, in the most cartoonish way possible, she shakes her head and dash past him. Sukuna recognizes her from the dorm lift this morning. She’s from the same dorm then. What the fuck was that even about?

“Oh so you’re bullying girls too now?” Toji catches up with him and slaps him back on the shoulder, both men has their eyes tracking the girl clutching her bag escaping the scene. Toji turns to look back at Sukuna and quirks his brow, and Sukuna shrugs him off with a scoff, heading for the queue at the cafeteria.

“Bumped into her and she acted like I was some ghost.” Sukuna picks up 2 grilled mackarels onto his tray, stuffing them to the side on the compact tray.

“Yeah cuz you’re heavy as fuck.” Toji nudges his elbow at Sukuna and earns a mean growl from him, protecting his tray of mackerels and heap of white rice from Toji’s playful teasing. He almost steals Sukuna’s fish and he snarls at him again like a tiger baring its fangs.

“How’s that sleepy girl though?”

“Fuck don’t bring her up.” Veins pop at Sukuna’s temple the moment Toji asks about his little internet fling, handing cash to the cashier with a frown before walking off with his tray. Toji always had this habit of bringing up miserable memories when they shared meals so Sukuna would lose his apetite and hands him his leftovers. Sukuna suspected Toji was doing this because he wanted another set of free lunch, but damn was it working.

“Why? Ya fucked it up?”

“Would you shut up"?”

“So you did then."

Sukuna scrunches his nose and scratches his head aggressively like a dog shaking off wet fur, hands pulling at his salmon-coloured hair before sighing down at his plate in resignation.

“I sent her a picture of me and she got scared.”

Toji bursts into laughter at Sukuna’s quiet confession, rice splattering out from his mouth like a water sprinkler and lands on the table and Sukuna’s plate.

“Fuck you’re so unhygienic!”

“She-! Hah! she got- scared-” Slamming his fists down repeatedly on the table, Toji’s boisterous laughter was gathering too much attention from the other students, ignoring their attempts to shush him. Unfortunately, Toji wasn’t the type to feel shame in a public setting, throwing his head back and forth, chest puffing up with uncontrollable gasps to ease his laughter. Sukuna’s ears were red with anger, or embarassment, he did not know. One thing he knew was he had to get back at Toji.

“And what about your hopeless crush on that marine girl huh? Cherry, was it? ”

Toji instantly stops laughing, kicking Sukuna’s shin under the table and makes him yelp profanities.

“Shut the fuck up! She does marine biology!”

“Yeah whatever. Last time you tried to pretend you know fuck all about some fish and she corrected you with a side eye.”

“Fuck you I hope your e-girl is fucking someone else!”

“You better fuck yourself because you sure aren’t getting that fish girl soon!”

The students near the proximity of Sukuna and Toji’s table starts to decrease, letting the two men engage in their petty dog fight and argue about their romantic woes. It wasn’t until a professor came over to lecture them about volume only did they grumble and scarf their food down their throats. Both men left the cafeteria with a sore throat and a sore ego.

Much to Sukuna’s chagrin, he has a prolonged practice match today because he has to guide the juniors on improving their form and cooperation. One thing Sukuna absolutely hates is to be responsible for others. Sukuna didn’t even have the capacity to take care of a pet, even though he was fond of the furry animals. Bossing people around? Sure. Checking up on people and then try to ameliorate their situation? Not so much.

Only ‘sleepygirl04’ has elevated his level of empathy, but even Sukuna himself is unsure of if he’s able to really back up his claim of taking care of her if they truly met.

One thing he’s absolutely sure is that he does like the girl. He knows that he’d be great at taking care of her in bed. But being a boyfriend? Sukuna hardly knows the outline of being one. Other than the classic dates, flowers and sweet nothings, he finds himself drawing up a blank when it comes to uncomfortable conversations. Eventually, he’ll have to open up about his personal vendettas with his family and his past to her, but that’s something he’ll have to figure it out when he gets there. It’s the same as climbing a mountain without ever seeing the peak. You just have to figure it out when you get there.

Inspecting the little string of cotton thread that broke out from the fine lining of his jersey, he clicks his tongue, thumb brushing over the slightly grey and faded letters of his name “Ryo”. Fuck, should have handwashed it. Let it tumble in the laundry machine too often. Kissing his teeth, Sukuna quickly grabs a dry towel and runs the cloth over his wet hair, water dripping down his torso as he does. With a cat-like stretch and a groan, he loops his jersey over his head and heads out his dorm to the field.

Slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, the elevator door opens to that girl again. That girl he bumped into this afternoon. She squeaks animatedly like a scared country mouse and side steps to let him in. It’s grating on his nerves now. Why the fuck is she so scared of him for? The way her eyes are looking away at the side of the elevator is as if he would eat her alive for even making eye contact. Sukuna wasn’t used to girls being outright spooked by him. Charmed, yes. Attracted to him, yes. Acting as if they’d die if they met his eyes? No.

“Ahem,” Loosening his shoulders, Sukuna spares the girl a glance, before caving in with a furrow of his brow. “I’m sorry about bumping into you this afternoon. It was my fault, I wasn’t looking.”

The girl doesn’t dare to look up at him, which irks him even more. Can’t even accept an apology?

“Uhm, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Meek, with a terribly pitched voice, the girl responds, catching his reflection in the metallic.

“You got a sore throat?“ He speaks like it pained him to throw out the casual jest.

“Uh no…”

“You speak a little funny.”

The girl immediately spins around, brows knitted and a frown on her face. It reminded Sukuna of his little brother Itadori when Sukuna would finish the yoghurt that the little boy had saved up before going to school. He’d get mad and pouty, use those stubby fingers of his to poke at him and whine. That kid was hella strong with his fists though, he never pulls his punches.

“I don’t have a sore throat, it’s kind of rude for you to say that. I’m fine as well, I’m not going to die from getting knocked over.”

“Relax. My fault.” Sukuna raises his hands in placating surrender gesture, yet a smirk graces his face. It’s really reminding him of his brother now. The girl is shorter than him by a lot as well.

“You…let’s just move on.” She sighs.

Wait a minute.

“Let’s just move on to the next puzzle then! I’m a little lost…”

“Sure. Give me the key.”

Move on?

“You…let’s just move on.”

Standing there dumbfounded with a familiar voice haunting his head, Sukuna watches the girl step out the elevator like he seen a ghost. His heart rate spikes up, and his lips part with a kind of focus that he can’t describe.

Am I on acid or does she sounds like…?

Before the elevator allows Sukuna to drink in her appearance fully, his eyes hyperfixate on a small birthmark on the front of her elbow.

---

Thursday rolls around, so do you when you roll out of bed and land on the hard wooden floor with a thud. Sitting up with unkempt hair, your fingers scramble and search for your phone on the floor, feeling up a long charging wire and finally to your phone.

10:45 am.

cursedguy07 : hey cursedguy07 : missed you. cursedguy07 : my match starts at 12pm. i know you won’t be there but i’m thinking of you.

Smiling while biting down at your bottom lip, you sleepily bring your fingers to the keyboard. Though you’re sure that he doesn’t know who you are still, it makes you giddy that he’s still really sweet to you despite your on and off texting. Obviously, you were going to watch his match with Nobara.

sleepyGirl_04 : good luck! i know u’ll crush it doe cursedguy07 : any chance i could see you afterwards? face to face?

Groaning in frustration, you turn your head and bury it into your mattress like a little kid refusing to wake up for school. Your thighs feel awfully cold from the floor in the air conditioned room of yours. It was running all night.

You can’t see him. He’s out of your league. You close your eyes as if a criminal on the guillotine.

It’s so cold. My nips are cold.

“You know what I think”

“I think you should send a picture back. Doesn’t have to have your face in it. Just be a tease.”

Your eyes snap wide open in eureka, staring right at your chest.

Quickly climbing back up your bed, you shuffle around, adjusting your camisole and pull down the spaghetti straps to let it fall loosely around your upper arm. Pushing and kneading your bread as if a sourdough, you succeed it in getting it to look “plump”. Without a push up bra, somehow.

Raising your phone high up in the air, you pretend as if you’re in a cheap homemade porn video. Except it looks terrible. The lighting looks muddy, so you move. Then your lips looks too chapped, then you move again. Then your double chin is getting highlighted by the sunlight from your window. Allright I’m never gonna get it down. Even teasing pictures are an art form.

After flopping around your bed like a living fish on land, you finally get a good position with a decent angle. It’s awkward to pose and you’re sure it looks ridiculous from a third person’s pov, paired with the lower back pain that’s about to happen from cramping, but you snap the picture regardless.

You send it to Nobara for two factor authentication.

Nobara : u are posing like the little mermaid except she’s trying to escape quick sand. Nobara : why are your legs so straight. cross them so your thighs are more seductive. You : OK well I was just trying to focus on the boobs… Nobara : your legs are LAID OUT like a vampire in a coffin and you want me to focus on your rack??

“Why is this so fucking hard?!” Rubbing your palm over your face, your nose twists with the strength of your frustration. This was even harder than taking stiff graduation photos!

Nobara : listen to me, put one hand on your chin and pull your knees up, push them slightly to the side. do that awkward smile you always do You : omg ur so rude im not always awkward smiling on purpose Nobara : ya that’s the problem you’re naturally awkward. now get to it

Reluctantly heeding Nobara’s advice, your body moves as if a mannequin getting posed at the H&M store. Finally getting the picture, you send it to her again.

Nobara : girl yessss. this the one. Nobara : send it to him he’s gonna get a boner trust me You : you think? I feel so awkward Nobara : just send it

Holding your breath and bracing yourself as if you were preparing for a bungee jump, you click send to cursedguy07, who you now know as Sukuna. Who is living just 2 floors above you. Not crazy at all, haha.

sleepyGirl_04 : *sends an attachment* cursedguy07 : jesus fuck cursedguy07 : is this your first time sending a pic like this

Growing nervous, you scan and scrutinize over your own picture again and again, noticing the little flaws here and there now that you sent it. Even he realizes it’s amateur. Your face grows hot, wishing you could bury yourself 6 ft under for your sudden burst of false confidence for even entertaining the idea of a suggestive picture.

sleepyGirl_04 : ya… cursedguy07 : did you send this thinking it would motivate me for my match?

Fuck…

sleepyGirl_04 : um ya… sleepyGirl_04 : ok m embarrassed now idk what i was thinking sorry cursedguy07 : yeah u better be sorry cursedguy07 : im at the field trying to cover the insane boner in my shorts but i can’t stop looking at your thighs in that pic cursedguy07 : you have such fleshy thighs

Fuck.

sleepyGirl_04 : so u like it..? fleshy is weird word to use, it’s like for meat, like pork ribs… cursedguy07 : tasty, isn’t it? sleepyGirl_04 : isn't it crude to use meat to describe a woman's body cursedguy07 : way less crude than what’s going through my head right now cursedguy07 : believe me you do not want to know what im thinking about doing to you cursedguy07 : wish i could see you in person

Fuck Fuck Fuck!

cursedguy07 : and don’t send me anymore before it costs me my game

Muffling your embarassed screams into your pillow while kicking your feet, you check your phone again. You’re glad he likes it, because if it doesn’t you might have to unsend it and block him forever to save yourself. You peek at the time.

11:27 pm.

Shit, you took so long to take that tease photo!

Nobara : WHERE R U Nobara : CAN U STOP BEING LATE Nobara : i saved u a seat at the match hurry tf up omg i rly cant stand u

Throwing yourself at your drawer, you scavenge for an ironed shirt and shorts. Laundry day is usually Wednesdays and Saturday for you, so you only have crinkled shirts and some repeatedly used and worn clothes through out the week. Finally finding a long blue tee and gym shorts, you fit yourself in them, slip on your shoes, and rush out your dorm towards the field. Seeing Sukuna in action now is feels way more different, feels more…real to you? Like he’s not cursedguy07 anymore, but Sukuna. Sukuna. Like a celebrity you can casually chat about which breed of fish you like.

“Over here!”

The sound of Nobara’s raspy voice has you stopped squared in the shoulders like a deer in the headlights, turning your head 180 degrees left, and then right, attempting to make out her brown hair in a sea of other brown hairs. Jesus.

The field is completely packed with people, people sitting along the grass right outside the line of the rugby field, holding onto their water bottles and chatting away with their friends. Girls lumped together and laying on each other’s shoulders to admire the muscular players practicing, guys standing on the side with their arms crossed while they wait to backseat the game the entire time. Guys just love to point their fingers at a sport they’re not involved in.

A particular hand in the air catches your eye, then you wave back eagerly at Nobara. Stepping across wet grass, puddles and a group of giggling girls, you finally reach Nobara. Patting down your butt and your shorts, you plop yourself down comfortably next to Nobara, nuzzling into her shoulder in a fit of repeated apologies. Nobara gives a ‘hmph’ before petting down your hair and laying her head ontop of yours.

“It’s so sunny, did you bring sunscreen?”

“I did, turn to face me.”

Allowing Nobara to grab your jaw, you close your eyes like a kitten being pampered, feeling her hands swipe sunscreen all over your face down to your neck. Back when you were little, your mother would do the same, except she’d add on excessive white noise about your grades and your gaming habits.

“I wonder if he applied sunscreen too.” You mumble, fluttering your eyes open, Nobara nods at your phone while screwing back the cap of the sunscreen tube. Nodding as if you got approval, you lay back on her shoulder and take your phone out.

sleepyGirl_04: it’s really hot today, make sure to apply some sunscreen :p cursedguy07 : I did sleepyGirl_04: and be careful to not slip on the field, it rained earlier today cursedguy07 : ? sleepyGirl_04: yes? im just showing u concern dont be mean cursedguy07 : it did rained today. sleepyGirl_04: yes???

“Girl, why did you tell him it rained?” Nobara’s voice catches your attention again, moving her face closer to squint at your phone screen.

“What do you mean?” Your confused reply earns an incredulous stare from Nobara.

“Doesn’t that prove to him you’re in his city?”

Oh fuck.

cursedguy07 : how did you know the field im at is wet? cursedguy07 : i never mentioned where im having my competition at.

“I just fucked it up!” You shriek, shutting off your phone and giving Nobara a helpless stare.

“Well, cat’s out the bag.”

“Nobara!”

“Not my problem.”

cursedguy07 : you’re from my college.

“Oh my god no no no! Help me!” You shake Nobara’s arm like a ragdoll until she yanks her arm away from you, irritated.

“Just lie about it! Quickly!”

You nod and try to get your fingers to work in tandem with your mind.

sleepyGirl_04: no i just saw the weather report cursedguy07 : sweetheart, you said kyoto rained. when it rains, do you think the entire city rains at the exact time? sleepyGirl_04: uh yeah? cursedguy07 : news flash little girl, but only certain parts of the city rains. unless you’re in the same area as me, you wouldn’t know this, and it won’t show up on your weather report.

Anxiously glancing up, you gawk at Sukuna who’s far away at the dug out, typing away at his phone, fingers flying over the keyboard.

cursedguy07 : tell me the truth, are you on the same field watching my game? sleepyGirl_04: no im not im literally at home cursedguy07 : send me the ‘wet field’ you’re at right now.

“Oh my god girl give me the fucking phone!” Nobara snarls at you and snatches your phone from your hands, exasperated by your poor attempts at lying. You were never a good liar anyways.

sleepyGirl_04: im watching the game on my tv!! cursedguy07 : what channel is the rugby game on?

Nobara immediately turns to you for an answer, and you both shake your head at each other.

“You just made it worse!” You snatch your phone back frantically, switching tabs to beg google for an answer.

“Your dumbass wasn’t going to get out of that anyways,” Nobara rolls her eyes and gestures at the field, “Look, he’s putting his phone away, game’s about to start.”

Gulping, you turn off your phone as the whistle blows. The players line up together in a neat line, shaking each other’s hands as the referee announces the rules. Your eyes are glued onto Sukuna’s frame, sweat glistening his tan skin and dripping across his pink brows. Ah, he dyes his brows pink too.

Sukuna jogs to his bench to retrieve his mouthguard, and you stare, enamoured, as he opens his jaw wide to show off his pearly teeth to an unsuspecting audience, pushing his mouthguard in and clicking it into place. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he chews down twice to adjust to the feeling, then he smiles once to feel it out.

“Is it just me or is that kinda hot?” You whisper to Nobara.

“It’s just you.” She sighs.

The game starts, and it looks entirely like a bull fight. Men with toned thighs clashing into each other, baring their teeth when they grunt, sprinting with the rugby ball with their life on the line. Nearing the goal line, Sukuna shouts a loud “I’m open!” with a wave of his hand, and the ball comes out of no where from the sea of tumbling men, landing straight into his embrace. The men rush at him, he jumps across them like hurdles, then turn his body once to juke out a defender, straining his calves to dive for the line.

Sukuna brings the team to a leading point, and the crowd goes bonkers. His teammates help him up, blood trickling down his nose to his busted lip, glazing his mouthguard with blood. You swallow.

“You’re literally obsessed with him girl.”

--

The game ends swiftly, with The Malevolents winning by a big margin. Sukuna was obviously the MVP, his teammates taking turns to slap him on the back to congratulate him. Brotherhood indeed.

Going off to the side, Sukuna rushes to check his phone again. His heart doing a flip remembering the picture she sent and the accidental freudian slip she gave on text.

She’s from his college. It feels surreal, but he’s confirmed it at this point. Now he has to figure out who exactly it is.

Giving brief excuses to the coach, Sukuna grabs his duffel bag and decides to head straight for his dorm. He’ll shower and figure it out.

“Hah.” Glancing down at his phone as he makes a beeline towards his dorm, Sukuna stares at the picture of her that she sent, a fond smile on his face. Certainly, it’s a very sloppy photo. The lighting is too dark, and the pose she’s posing is stiff and unnatural, and yet. He finds it sweet that this is perhaps the most seductive she could get herself to be. Her cleavage on display with faint outlines of her nipples through her camisole, to her crossing her thighs together to give off a ‘needy’ impression. She has a birthmark on the front of her elbow too, cute. It’s a very sloppy photo. But the best photo he’s gotten in his life, proven by his prominent bulge that he has to hide with his duffel bag.

Huh?

Sukuna stops, and back up 3 times to retrace his steps.

He does a double take.

A birthmark on the elbow?

Curling his spine and leaning his head down to check his phone, he zooms into her arm in the photo.

Something akin to adrenaline washes over him when he snaps his head up to stare at his dorm building that’s 4 steps away from him.

It’s you.

Sukuna takes 3 steps up the stairs towards the 2nd floor, lift be damned. The urgency he has is unlike anything he has ever experienced before. He knows which dorm you’re at, he knows the exact door number. That clumsy, awkward girl at dorm 404. That blue girl he bumped into at campus. The one he’s been sexting these past few months. It’s you. It’s you. All this time, you’ve been right under his fucking nose, 2 floors under his fucking dorm!

cursedguy07 : u in your dorm? sleepyGirl_04: ya i am cursedguy07 : open the door. sleepyGirl_04: what? like my dorm door?? cursedguy07 : im right outside your door.