COWBOY CASSANOVA

You still have no clue why this tall, intimidating frat boy was next to you, acting like he’s your long-lost friend. You never interacted with Sukuna before that time when the spring semester ended.

Your friends, Yuki and Shoko, persuaded you to go to one of the frat parties with them. You figured you could give time to celebrate since finals were over. Drink, play a few games, and hang out.

Things were going well at first. You met this good looking guy, Naoya. His family was one of the generous benefactors to the school and you knew he could get anyone he wanted with his status. Which made you wonder why he came to you. Giving you his full attention, bringing you drinks, leering at you while he talked. You weren’t going to sleep with a guy you just met though. Naoya took it to heart and next thing you knew, your head was spinning. Right after he gave you another drink.

Your friends were nowhere to be found and Naoya was very touchy feely. He kept whispering in your ear, coercing you to go upstairs with him.

Everything was a blur, but you found yourself in some guy's bed the next morning. Clothes still on, no ache between your legs. The door was locked from the inside too. You weren’t sure who’s room you were in until you opened it, seeing Sukuna sitting right outside.

His eye was black when he gave you a water bottle, searching your frame.

“How you feeling?”

Your head weighed a ton and you’re still not a 100% sure where you are. Bile lingered in your throat, giving you the urge to throw it up, but you can’t. “Sick.”

“No shit.” You grimaced at the sharp tone, gulping down more water. “You don't feel strange, right? I didn't hear that door open but-”

“I'm fine.”

You shoot him a reassuring look that he takes. “Got anyone I can call?”

“I got it…”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You hiss, making sure you had your belongings before leaving that maze of a house. You didn’t mean to be snippy. The entire situation was embarrassing. You didn’t tell anyone about it, not when you got almost 100 calls from Yuki and Shoko alone. Already calling the police and everything.

You didn’t want to go to another party ever again.

Sukuna had no ties to you besides that interaction. So, why is he here? One of his frat bros probably made a bet with him. To talk to the nerdy, quiet girl in his class. Have sex with you for a quick buck.

When the professor arrives, your curiosity goes away. You're here to learn, not wonder why a frat boy was next to you. And why he isn’t sitting next to the prettier girls in front of you, who keeps looking back and giggling.

This is gonna be a long semester.

“Where's your next class?”

You freeze while putting your laptop away, “In the tech building across the quad.”

“Alright.” Sukuna stays there, intense, reddish brown eyes not leaving yours.

“You can go. I'm sure you have other places to be.”

“Yeah. Like taking you to class.”

“But I'm really okay-”

“Uh huh.” Without asking, he takes your bag, draping it over his shoulders, not bothered at all by the extra weight. “Let's go.”

What the?

Sukuna keeps your fast pace across campus. During the trek, you give him your schedule when he demands your number. He knows about your six classes this semester, giving you a concerned look like that very day. One of the classes is asynchronous though, immediately lightening the load.

You expect him to leave once you arrive at your classroom, but this man doesn't falter. He takes you to the room, waiting until you're at your seat before giving back your bag.

“I'll be back to pick you up.”

“No that's not-” Your phone vibrates and you see Sukuna’s text message, an emoji of a demon.

“Save my number. I'll text you when I'm on my way.”

You can't find the words, stuck on the fact that he walked you to class and gave you his number. Even your classmates who walked in, all within the same social caliber as you, are surprised at Sukuna’s presence.

“You got lunch?” You shake your head. “We'll get lunch after you're done.”

When he leaves, eyes are on you. You do your best to ignore them. Sure, it's not like everyday a frat guy comes into a computer class. Taking you, someone’s whose major is very tech heavy. You’re not going to make this a big deal.

Sukuna picks you up, the scent of smoke is fresh, making you cough. With your bag on his back, he takes you to a ramen place. He pays for your food, picking a nice spot besides a gigantic window. The entire time you’re expecting him to be whisked away. Plenty of people giving him high fives, shouting the Alpha Phi mantra like a million times, asking when his next party will be, which you cringe at.

But he stays. Sitting right across from you at the booth. Slurping noodles. You still didn’t know what to say besides thanking him for the food.

At this point, you ponder pinching yourself to wake up from this dream.

“You’re quiet.” He states.

You refrain from rolling your eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

“Doubt that.”

He’s not wrong. If you ask him why he’s here, he might wake up and leave you after lunch. Then you can go back to never seeing him again. Besides the extravagant frat announcements and him kissing random girls in the halls.

“Why are you in civic studies?” You ask, hoping to ease yourself into popping the big question.

“I need it for my major. Had to take a ‘current event’ class, this was it.”

You weren’t that well versed in all the majors in your college, but you can’t guess what type of major Sukuna is. You’d think the most obvious one is sports, but you haven’t seen him play in one of the giant ass stadiums the campus has. So that’s out.

“What’s your major?”

“Education. Preferably math, but I’m trying to see if I can get some classes in to help with history. I might do that when I get my masters.”

Your eyes widen, “Masters? Really?”

“Yeah.” Sukuna’s eyebrow raise at your surprised tone, “What, you didn’t expect a guy like me to get his masters?”

“Oh no! No, not at all! I just-well…” You give up, deciding to go back to your food. You didn’t want to offend the big bad frat boy more than you have.

“It’s fine. We’re even.” He shrugs and you’re expecting the table to go back to silence, but he continues. “What’s your major?”

“You probably know already.”

“I don’t, that’s why I’m asking.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. An amused grin appears on his face, waiting for your answer. “Computer science. Not sure about masters, but I minor in film.”

“You like movies?”

“And tv. If I’m not studying, I’m doing that.”

“Favorite movie? Tv show?”

You take a bit to respond. Only because a girl came over to your table, ignoring you completely. Her cheer attire sports the school colors, red and white. The scent of her perfume is sweet too, like she came from a bakery.

“Suk suk, why didn’t you say hi to me today?”

“I was busy. Go away.” He waves her away, surprising her and you.

“But-”

“I can go.” You shift to leave, not wanting to block him from canoodling with the pretty girls. “I have to go to the library soon and-”

“You’re staying here.” He commands with a point, “We’re not done. And I’m taking you to the library.”

“No, it’s fine-”

“Stay. Here.”

You stop, meeting his unsettling gaze. Sure, you can ignore him and leave, but something tells you to not piss him off. The cheerleader on the other hand, stomps her foot, throwing a little tantrum. “Ugh, no wonder everyone calls you a whore.”

That is definitely not directed to you when she storms off. Sukuna isn’t phased, letting the moment pass.

So, he does want to sleep with you? Is this his technique before he goes in for the kill? To get you to lighten up before inviting you to his bedroom? While you can’t help, but be flattered, you shouldn’t entertain this any longer.

“Sorry. She’s a pain in my ass.”

“Old hookup?”

“Yeah like freshman year. Don’t worry about it.” You’re not reassured, but you hold your tongue. “Anyway, your movie? Or tv show.”

“You’re...gonna judge.”

“I’m not, stop assuming.”

“No like, I seriously think you might judge me.”

“Try me.”

He leans forward, ramen already finished, eyes never leaving yours. That intense gaze causes butterflies to appear in your stomach. A feeling you haven’t had since you spoke to Naoya.

“Favorite movie is Sucker Punch. And before you start, I’m aware that a lot of people hate that movie, but I just love it, okay?”

“’Cause who wouldn’t love hot women daydreaming about badass situations to escape their fucked up lives?”

“Exactly,” You sit up straighter, “you get it. Even the…hot women part...I connect with it a lot.”

“You trying to tell me that your life is shitty or something?”

“No,” You cringe, “I don’t know you that well enough yet to trauma dump.”

The chuckle that escapes his lips is low, almost unnatural. Despite his frat persona and the menacing aura he gives off when stepping into a classroom, this is a side you didn’t expect to see. Not this early. Actually, not at all.

You like the slight smile he gives, how his tattoos loosen with his angled jaw. There’s a crinkle in the corner of his eyes and you wonder if anyone else notices that about him.

“Okay, good to know you’re not a stuck up movie nerd.”

“Do the glasses give that away too?”

“A little.” He motions to your bowl, almost gone, a few noodles and broth remaining. “You gonna eat that?”

You shake your head, pushing the bowl towards him. It explains why he’s so huge. The guy ordered the largest bowl on the menu and yet he had enough room to finish yours.

“My favorite show depends on my mood. Right now, I’d have to say…House.”

Sukuna snorts, sitting back in the booth, glancing at you up and down. “I was expecting a documentary or some shit like that.”

“Ha ha. You want me to shout stereotypes at you now?”

“One of them is already true.”

Once again, he’s not phased, but he doesn’t wear the label with a sense of pride either. Like it is what it is to him. Must be nice to not care about how people perceive you. If only you had the same mentality.

“You set yourself up for that being in a fraternity.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “I like to fuck, big shocker.”

You zip your lips at that topic. A nice lunch on the first day of the semester was not going to immediately open you up about your sex life. Which…is practically non-existent.

“As long as you’re being safe.” You get up, checking the time on your phone. “We should go. It’s a bit of a walk back to the library.”

“What, you think I'm going around giving people chlamydia or something?”

“No!” You stumble at his words when you two walk out of the shop. Sukuna’s amusement causes your cheeks to burn even more. “God, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just saying I-”

“Yeah, yeah, safe sex and all that. I know how to fuck safely.”

“Okay…”

You try to walk faster back to the library. Unfortunately, Sukuna keeps up with you, pointing out how cute and flustered you look. Him calling you cute is not going to help his cause of getting into your pants.

The library is right near your last class of the day. Once again, you’re waiting for Sukuna to leave, but he sits right across from you in a study room, propping his feet up on another chair as you pull out your laptop. Both of you hit that level of quietness, headphones on, in the zone with whatever you’re doing.

You’re looking over all the materials from your classes, printing them out, putting everything in your planners. Your binder separated and color-coded for each class. Every syllabus is hole-punched and slotted inside. Sections of pages highlighted, adorned with your annotations.

It’s a hour before your last class of the night that you finish. To kill time, you watch tv. With Sukuna across the way, you glance over to see what he’s doing. His laptop is up, rap music blaring in his ears, drowning everyone out.

You admire the focus in his eyes, not wanting to mess up his flow. So, you go back to your original plan.

Although, your attention hardly remains on the show. Even though it was about a chaotic family trying to survive together. The thought of why Sukuna is hanging out with you comes back.

You need to rip the band-aid off. Ask him why he’s sitting here with you. Buying you lunch. Walking you to your classes. He looks up at you when you reach across and poke his free hand, pulling out his earbuds.

“Why are you here with me?”

“Because I want to be.”

Okay, you can’t tell if that was a vague or direct answer. “Are you struggling with a class? Or…are you trying to get serious about your studies?”

You’re not a tutor, but you have had people come up and ask you questions about some of the material in your classes.

Sukuna shakes his head, “I said what I said.” You grimace, not wanting to be rude and ask him if he’s trying to sleep with you. Then you’d be weird for asking that in the first place. “Why?”

“Because neither of us knew of our existence until last spring.” His shoulders tense up while he glares in the distance, anger towards something else. “I mean, I knew who you were, but I’m sure you can’t say the same about me. I’m a little…weirded out, that’s all.”

His face turns sour. This time, you’re waiting for a “fuck it” and a storm off. Except Sukuna runs his hand through his hair, ruffling up those pink locks.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No…”

“Good. Don't think too much into it.” He puts in his earbud, going back to whatever he was doing. You do the same to bide time.

On your last class, Sukuna walks you in, saying he’ll take you back to the apartments when you’re done. You don’t protest, only nod.

Shoko texts you with a picture of you and Sukuna walking across campus together. You have no idea how she was able to take that without you spotting her, but told her you’ll talk about it later.

After this, you want to take a nice, long shower and snuggle up in your pjs.

If Sukuna doesn’t try to invite himself in to your apartment.

You stop being surprised when he’s there, smoke coming from his nose before flicking the cigarette away. Being bold, you wave away the smoke, making him let out a harsh laugh.

“Too much?”

“No, I’ll get used to it.”

Your apartment is a ten minute train ride from campus. Sukuna is a hair away from you. You’re wondering if it’s because you’re ready for him to confess he wants to sleep with you. Then you can politely decline him and call it a night.

No, a few rowdy frat boys come on the train too. One of them being Naoya, sporting a different frat logo on his jacket, Beta Gamma. He sees you and you see him, but there’s no attempt to come over. Not when Sukuna is right beside you.

Boy, if looks can kill.

Naoya’s head would’ve been sliced in half with the way Sukuna stares at him. His body taut, jaw locked, hands bawled into a fist. Those strange feelings came back, now poking your heart.

Would it be a bad thing if he wanted to fuck you? Now? No.

“When did he switch houses?” You ask.

“I made him after I beat the shit out of him.”

“Ah.”

“It’s all I could do.” He sighs, “Can’t report him because of his family.”

You did hear Naoya’s family are generous benefactors to the campus. Now, you know how deep if the college has has a potential rapist running around. Great. This should scare you, but you try to remain calm. Nothing goes well if you freak out. “Is anyone aware?”

“Gojo made sure all the sororities and clubs are aware. The campus board won’t act until there’s evidence, which is fucked.”

“Is that why you’re here?” You push, putting two and two together. “So you can play bodyguard with him walking around?”

Sukuna huffs, “I told you don’t think too much into it.”

“Then just say yes or no.”

“No.” He quickly says. His annoyed face deterring you for a moment. Almost like he’s offended. “You want that to be the case?”

“No.”

“Alright then.”

Your apartment is only ten minutes away from the station. There are hardly any lights on the way there, making you wonder who you can call to get that fixed. Sukuna is still close to you, surveying the area the entire time. Naoya and his buddies stayed on the train, so you don’t know who else he’s looking for.

He’s there when you swipe your card, taking the elevator up to the third floor. Hands in his pockets, calm as a cucumber. Around the corner and up an illuminous hallway, there’s your door. Apartment 313. You thank Sukuna for everything today. He shrugs, brushing you off.

“I can’t pick you up tomorrow cause I have class early as fuck. But I’ll see you after.”

You blink, “You’re gonna be with me again?”

“Duh. Why did you think I asked for your schedule?”

Your mouth gapes at the answer you were thinking. The question you want to ask. “You…don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Yeah, but I want to.”

That ‘why’ forms at the tip of your tongue again. “Is this an assignment you have to do or something? Follow the nerdy girl around for charity reasons? Your frat always does humanitarian stuff so-”

“That’s more of Geto’s scene. Not mine.” He scoffs, “Fraternity’s don’t have time to do shit like that anyway. It’s time consuming.”

“So…”

“So…” Sukuna pokes your forehead, “don’t…worry about it.”

You don’t push him further, saying goodnight and you’ll see him tomorrow.

Like clockwork, Shoko bursts from her room, immediately asking you to spill on what’s been going on with you and Sukuna. Your hang out has been the talk around campus. Everyone wondering if Sukuna is finally being serious about his degree or if he’s stringing you along.

You don’t care. All you want to do is keep your head down and do your work.

“What did you do to make that happen?”

“Exist apparently.” You exasperate, “You know he’s talking about seeing me tomorrow? After he’s done with his class.”

“You two are cute together.” Shoko lazily holds up her hands at your scowl, “I’m just repeating what Yuki says.”

“I don’t want to date.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true. I don’t have time when I’m worrying about classes. And I start working at my campus job again tomorrow so-”

“You can’t add one boy in your schedule? Does he even fit?”

A guy like Sukuna shouldn’t be considered in your calendar. He’s too different, going against everything you stand for when it comes to education. The distraction you can’t have right now.

“No. He’s probably doing all of this for a bet with one of his buddies. Guys like him don’t talk to people like me.”

“Some do.”

You groan, a headache coming on. “Don’t put that in my head.”

“Would you change your mind if I keep going?”

“No.”

“Booooo.”

Shoko hangs up and you decide to tucker in early.

The idea of Sukuna, coming back to spend time with you again is absurd. He parties, drinks, smokes, all past midnight. You’d be annoyed if you go to bed past that on a school night. Whatever everyone was suspecting, it wasn’t going to work with you.

You’ll wait him out. After a week, he’ll get bored of you eventually. Then you can go back to your typical college life.

The next day, you see Sukuna after your first class. He tells you on your way to your next one that he doesn't have classes until the evening. So he's free for a while.

He finds out about your job on campus, at a little snack store. Only a handful work there out of rotation, but it's some money in your pocket. It's a night shift though so you're not done until 9pm.

“You wanna come to a party with me after?”

You eye him, “You’re joking.”

“I'm not.” His grin makes you roll your eyes. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

“Yes, drinking until I pass out would be very fun. Especially since I have a class in the morning.”

“You get it.”

You shake your head, “I'll pass.”

“You’re so responsible.” He grunts, walking you to your seat.

That's it, you’re expecting him to not come back after this. You just proved to him that you're not fun to hang out with. Therefore, he's gonna ditch you, causing you two to go your separate ways.

But no, he comes back.

Sukuna takes you to lunch again. He pays and tries to strike conversation with you. It’s how you know of his schedule. It's like yours but backwards, two classes on Monday and Wednesday, three on Tuesday and Thursday. Nothing on Friday. He doesn't like early classes as much, preferring later ones, but the classes availability this semester didn't get him much to work with.

So he's been drinking a lot more coffee.

You don't know why he’s telling you all of this besides lowering your guard. It is funny to imagine the big, bad frat boy with a caffeine addiction though.

When he drops you off at the campus store, he lingers by the candies, pondering at the assortment of gummies. His scrunched face is cute. How his lips poke out, the silver brow piercing protruding.

“Tell me what you want and I'll get it.” You say.

“Nah, I'll get it.”

“And lose out on the 20% discount?”

Well, when you put it that way, he picks up the cherry shaped candy. His candy is only like a dollar off, but it's something.

“Still no party?”

You shake your head, “I'm good. Go have a good time.”

Sukuna doesn’t look too pleased at your response, but he doesn’t push it. Ah, a frat boy who takes no for an answer. You should pinch yourself.

You're left to your own devices in the store. The manager checks in every few hours, but besides that it's just you. All the work that needs to be done, finished in the first hour. Restocking, wiping down shelves, and checking for anything that expired. The faint sound of today's hits play in the background, while you greet any customer that walks in.

The store gets packed when classes are let out. A long line of people with an energy drink/snack to get them through the day. Time does go by when it happens, leaving you a sigh of relief once the rush is over. And you go back to “working”, which involves you sneaking in some readings from your classes.

On the last hour of your shift, your job completely drags. Hardly anyone comes in so you’re left to entertaining yourself. The manager hardly pays attention too, being in his own world inside his cubicle of an office.

‘Are you going to the party tonight?’

Yuki texts you after you two struck up a conversation of her outfit. The tube top and her short skirt is her attempt to get laid tonight, already fulfilling her sorority duties.

‘You’re the second person who asked me that.’

‘Who was the first? Shoko?’

‘Nope.’

‘Oh your boyfriend?’

‘He is NOT my boyfriend. I told you how I feel about frat boys.’

‘Yeah, but Sukuna is hot.’ If there was a camera in front of you, you’d look straight at it. ‘You should go. It’s only the first week of the semester.’

‘I’ll pass. I need to update my calendar when I get off work anyway.’

You hate to pass up on seeing Yuki, but you’ll see her tomorrow. After work, you weren’t going to be in the mood to party. It would mess up your schedule.

‘You know college is more than just studying.’

‘So you’ve told me.’

You get it. College is the time where people find themselves. Without any limitations compared to high school. The constant supervision and parents being on you 24/7. But you were always studious, making some time for friends when you can. Okay with being by yourself to discover who you are without feeling pressured or forced to.

That party last spring was your attempt to branch out and look what happened.

Thirty minutes until your shift and you’re doing another quick once over of your duties, making the time speed up faster. The monotonous act of restocking candy bars by the register continues as the bell rings in your store. You do a light greeting while checking the date on the bars.

“Pass me one of those.”

You jump at Sukuna’s presence before immediately giving him the chocolate bar, “Why are you here?”

“Left class early. Was getting boring.”

“You’re not supposed to do that.” Your lips purse as you finish stocking. “What if you missed something important?”

“The professor was spouting bullshit about equations, I got it already. If need be, I’ll read the heavy ass book I got.” He snarks, adjusting his bag.

“The guy who wants to teach math is complaining about the heavy textbooks.” You laugh a little, pushing up your glasses. “You’re strong enough to handle a couple of them.”

“Yeah, I’ve managed to carry your heavy ass shit.”

“Funny.”

Sukuna grabs a few more things, a couple of waters, sour candy and a coffee. At the register, he stops, looking back at the snacks. “You want something?”

“Oh, uh…” You quickly go over and grab a peach tea, putting it with his stuff. He lets out a ‘heh’ and you’re not sure why.

“You gonna give me that discount again?”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t use mine if I’m on the register.”

He blows a raspberry, “Then give me yours for later.”

“No.”

“I’m buying you a tea.”

“That I can take back if you’re gonna be like this.” You reach over, but his hand on top of yours. The warmth from him makes you realize how cold your hands are. And how…firm his is. What do people say about men with big hands?

…what the fuck is wrong with you?

“I’m fucking with you.” Sukuna says.

“Right. Sorry.” You ring him up, placing his goodies in a bag. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Yeah. I’ll be outside.”

Now, you wish your shift didn’t end. You’d have to endure the awkward air between Sukuna because you didn’t realize he was messing with you. You were always like that, having certain things go over your head. People acting serious when they were joking with you. You never got the hang of it.

So this frat boy was going have to witness an awkward side of you. As if the glasses and the reserved nature you try to maintain wasn’t enough.

Sukuna loses his cigarette when you walk up to him, blowing the smoke away immediately. You’re waiting for him to act funny about what’s happened, ditch you to go to the party everyone keeps talking about.

He motions to the train station, “Ready to go?”

“…what?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? I’m taking you home.”

“But…the party…”

“You said you weren’t going to go. It’s fine if I’m late. It ain’t nothing anyway.”

“I don’t want you to miss a party because you’re taking me home.”

“Then…” He steps towards you, his head tilt with a smirk. You clear your throat at the smell of smoke, not wanting to admit how attractive he looks here. “You wanna go to the party?”

“Not a chance.”

If you were another person, a more fun, outgoing one, you’d say yes. You don’t know what you’d get up to. Maybe try beer pong or criticize the loud music. If Sukuna wanted to hit, you’d need a drink in you to say yes.

“Ah well.” His shoulders slump, “Then I’m taking you home.”

You don’t say anything else. None of you speak much, besides him saying at your apartment door that he’s going to pick you up tomorrow. You don’t question it. You try not to anymore.

Without realizing it, you expect to see Sukuna during your time in campus. He’s by your side on your way to class, before and after work too. You’re waiting for him to stop this after a week, not wanting to give in to whatever he’s doing.

But he doesn’t.

He continues to buy you lunch, hang out with you and takes you home. If a test goes longer, he waits. If you manage to get out of class early, he leaves his own class to meet up with you. Even after you tell him not to that.

Sukuna gives you that smirk, smelling like a mix of smoke and Febreze because you told him to stop using cologne, fluttering your heart.

This simple routine, one that you try so hard to follow, now involves him, a guy who would be caught dead talking to someone like you. Yet, here he is.

Could Sukuna be here to stay? Is he really trying to be your friend and not want something more out of his odd companionship? If so, that would be pretty nice. Despite that hard exterior, Sukuna is the opposite when you get to know him.

He told you about his family one day in the library. His older brother, Jin, is pretty much all he has in his life. He just got married and they’re having a baby on the way. Not sure if it’s a boy or a girl yet, but his brother will keep him updated.

You didn’t expect that. For him to open up to you like this in the library. To see him relax in your presence, revealing his true self.

In turn, you tell him about your life. How your family is close by the college, your parents wanting to be near you just in case something happens. You have a sister, but she’s still in high school. A small family nonetheless. To this day, your mom still asks for updates about what’s going on in school.

You haven’t told her about the incident and you don’t think you will until you graduate.

Sukuna doesn’t bring it up either. You don’t want him to. As if he sees you're embarrassed by the situation and doesn't want to talk about it. Sometimes you catch his gaze. You expect him to glance away, but he doesn’t. Those eyes touching your soul. Like he’s sorry for you.

But you don't think it's pity. Pity is what he had when you came out of his room that day. This feels...different.

All of this could still be an act. A long, drawn out one.

He's popular, handsome, with a bad boy attitude. You shouldn't fall for it. No matter how many times he's nice to you. How he jokes with you. How he looks at you. Constantly.

You can't.

It's better to be his friend.

“Shit, I forgot to tell you.” Sukuna stops you when he drops you off at class, “I won't be able to pick you up later. I got this stupid ass test and I'm gonna be a while.”

“Ah, for your calculus?”

He nods, “I'm not worried. I'm just sick of these back to back tests.”

“Says the future teacher…” You laugh at his playful glare. A part of you should be relieved that he's not gonna be here when you come out of class. But everything you've doing lately has been…really nice and this test is ruining it. “I'll pick you up then. Oh, uh, not like pick you up, but I can meet you there…if that's ok?”

His brows raise, “Wait forreal?”

“Yeah? Why are you surprised?”

“I was expecting you to ditch me.”

You groan, “Why would I ditch my friend? That's rude.” Sukuna shifts, almost uncomfortable. “I don't have a problem waiting for you. Don't rush your test.”

“Alright.” His hands dig in his pockets, “You gonna give me something if I pass it?”

That sly tilt of his head makes your cheeks burn. He's done this lately too. Ask you basic questions while giving you this look. A look you've seen him give girls when they used to be all up on him. Is it crazy to say that you like it?

He stares at you, anticipating an answer.

“I'll bring those cherry candies you like. As a treat.”

Sukuna snorts, “Not the treat I want.”

“Oh.” You think with a frown, “Then the peanut butter cups? I know the store has those…”

“Damn, you’re clueless.” He flicks your forehead, “Go to class.”

You rub your forehead, “Ow. I'm not clueless...I hope you get a B on your test.”

“Better than a D.” He waits for you to sit down before leaving.

Your C++ class didn't have your full attention because of that damn treat. It would be nice to give Sukuna something as a reward for finishing his test. He's bought you little snacks and treats before, so this is the least you can do. For your friend.

He didn't want candy. He's been enjoying those overly sweet coffee beverages back at the store. Although, he's consumed a lot of sugar lately. Maybe the trail mix he stole from you last week would work. Even though he blabbed to your face about the nuts inside.

Why was this hard?

After class, you rush past your classmates to go to the college store. There you end up grabbing everything Sukuna might like, energy drinks, granola bars, and one pack of his cherry gummies. He needs to have options. Whatever he doesn’t use, you’ll keep it in your fridge or bag until he’s craving it.

He’s in one of the general buildings for his test. Once you find the room number, E12, you park yourself nearby on a bench. Sukuna texted you that he’ll be a while, but it’s okay. You had nothing but time.

Well, besides two assignments you wanted to knock out tonight, but it’s fine. You can be delayed for a while.

As time passes, you see some people start to leave. None being the big, bad frat boy. Fifteen minutes turn to thirty. Thirty becomes a hour. It’s pushing eight and you know he’s given another hour to finish. You’re hardly away from your apartment no later than 8:30 and that was because you ended up leaving work a little later one time.

Would going back to your apartment later be so bad? You don’t do much besides relax and binge tv after your assignments.

Sukuna comes out ten minutes after, leaving time to spare. You quickly jump up and meet him at the door.

“How was your test?”

“Oh fuck!” He jolts, holding his chest at your presence. “How long were you here?”

“Uh, about a hour and some change. I told you I’d pick you up.”

“Yeah, but…” Sukuna fixes his bag, “’didn’t think you’d show. You like to be at your apartment at a certain time.”

“It’s fine. The apartment will still be there.” It’s not like you had a curfew. You’re grown. Able to go out as late as you want and come back as late as you want. Not being back at your apartment in time was no big deal. You hand him the bag, “Here’s your treat. I didn’t know what to give you so I just kind of…bought some stuff…”

He digs in it, nodding at the options. “Still not what I meant.”

You huff, “Okay well, what did you mean?”

“Heh, that was cute.”

“Sukuna…”

He sighs while looking past you, creating a drawn out silence. You have no clue what he’s thinking. There's no shift in his demeanor.

“You wanna go back to the house with me?”

“The house as in…?”

“The frat. Chill in my room, you can do your homework before I take you home.”

You blink, not expecting that type of offer. Was his treat getting you to spend more time with him? At night? That wouldn’t be so bad if that’s the case.

“Oh. Would you be willing to? It might get pretty late.”

“I don’t give a fuck, you know I stay up late anyway.”

Right. So do you when you don’t have classes.

“Yeah, sure.”

The growing light in Sukuna’s eyes is interesting. With that wide smile he gives, you didn’t know any better but to assume he’s elated. He takes your hand, not your wrist, to pull you along, you can’t think. Instead, you let that bergamot scent carry you all the way up to the fraternity house.

The mahogany colored building is big enough to fit an entire football team in there. Navy blue and gold banners of Alpha Phi decorate the walls. Elegant shrubbery and miscellaneous statues are everywhere you look. Other frat members are having a mini party outside. Some guys throwing around a football while music plays from a Bluetooth speaker.

The pledges are outside the lawn too, holding up signs while in their underwear.

“’I pissed myself kissing a girl in middle school’.” You read, causing Sukuna to cackle hard beside you.

“The funniest shit I’ve ever heard.” Yeah, it was a little funny, but you weren’t going to say that. “Read this one.”

He pulls you toward another guy where his sign states, “’I once ate cow manure because I thought it smelled like chocolate.’ Oh god, is your brain okay?”

Sukuna raves, bending over and holding his side while the pledge's face turns bright red. “That one is new. I’ve never seen that one before.”

“What does this do, exactly?”

“You gotta be tough as nails to join our fraternity. Emotionally and physically.”

That explains why they're half-naked. “Isn’t this a little…cruel?”

He shrugs, “I did this without any underwear. They got lucky.”

You don't wanna think about Sukuna being outside in the cold like this, ass out, shivering while holding up his sign. You’re not sure where you were when that ordeal happened.

“How long do they have to do this for?”

“Another hour, but I’m letting them off now for good behavior.” Sukuna whistles, capturing the pledges attention. Even yours. “Go put your shit back on. You’re done for the night.”

A collective sigh of relief occurs from the pledges as they clear out the lawn, running past you and into the house. You smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“That was nice of you.”

He darts away from your gaze. “Don’t want you to think that I’m always an asshole.”

“I hardly thought that to begin with. When you’re with me anyway.”

There goes that stare again and your stomach fluttering because of it. He leads you through the doors, showing what has changed since the party.

No cups on the floor and an abundance of people corralling around the space. Instead there’s a grand opening, a chandelier hanging above that wasn’t covered in toilet paper. On your left, two guys are playing normal ping pong, having a couple of beers. One with silver hair and uncanny blue eyes that he hid under his shades, the other with long, black hair that put yours to shame. You immediately knew that was Gojo and Geto.

They were both at the party. Gojo picking random people to do karaoke with him while Geto was kicking everyone’s ass at beer pong.

“Don’t come in my room.” Sukuna states, “I have a guest.”

“That means turn up the music louder so we don’t hear them.” Gojo snickers, Geto doing just that which makes Sukuna shake his head.

“Assholes.”

Whoa. Was Sukuna about to…with you? Did he give off those vibes the entire time and you missed it? You told him it’s best to tell you about things straight up and not beat around the bush. What if he was doing the complete opposite when it came to sex? And you said yes like a fool, oh god.

“Wait.” He stops when he’s outside his room, looking back at you in question. “What are we gonna do when we…step inside?”

Sukuna looks at the door then back at you. “Like I said, chill. You get to do your homework while I fuck around.”

“Oh. So not…you know…”

He squints, not understanding. “What?”

“You know…the reason why people call you a ho.”

“Oh!” He aggressively shakes his head, “No. Fuck no. You’re not into that.” For some reason, that stings your chest when he leads you inside his room, closing it behind him. You miss the warm feeling from his hand, but you had bigger things to address.

“Hold on, you don’t think I like sex?”

Sukuna darts his eyes around the room, “Uh, yeah. You get all weird when I bring it up.”

“I don’t get weird.”

“Yeah, you do. You're being weird right now.”

He motions to your tense shoulders. Your face burns and you can’t look at him directly. “No, that’s not-Okay. I do like sex. It is a good…stress reliever-don’t laugh.”

“I’m not.” Sukuna bites his lip to hold in a laugh, which irks you. “Never heard anyone say to me that they think fucking is a good stress reliever.”

“Because it is.”

He’s right in front of you. Your cheeks go numb as he curls his finger under your chin, making you look up at him. If you had the best memory in the world, his face would be etched into it. The dark, intricate tattoos and his piercings fit his handsome face perfectly. Like he was born to have them.

“Have you fucked anyone before?” That question knocks the wind out of your lungs, only allowing you to nod. Sukuna sucks his teeth and you’re unsure why he doesn’t like that answer. “Since when?”

“Senior year in high school. After prom. We did it in the back of his car. Wasn’t too comfortable…”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Uh, yes it does. And since you’re asking me all the questions, when was the last time you had sex with someone?”

“The first week of this semester.”

That is…not the answer you were expecting. “So, you haven’t been anyone for over a month?”

“Yeah. Guess I should drop my ho card, right?”

His thumb rubs your chin and it feels nice. That unexpected feeling trickles down from your stomach and to your core. Wait, you should respect boundaries.

“No.” You back away, not making eye contact. “You’re going through a dry spell.”

Nothing else comes out of Sukuna’s mouth. Not when you’re focusing on another topic.

His room seems larger than the last time you were here. Various posters of rock bands, athletes, and women on the walls. A plush, cream colored carpet that leads into an ensuite bathroom. His bed is bigger too. A queen compared to the full he had last time.

“Did you get a promotion?”

“I guess being vice president is a promotion.”

You blink, mouth agape. “Whoa, vice president?”

Sukuna waves it off, removing his jacket and shoes, “No big deal. Just more fucking responsibilities. Meetings. Shit like that. I still get to do the parties and the pledges, at least.”

You ignore his sadistic grin when mentioning the latter, “Did they throw a party for you though?”

“Yeah, during that first week.”

Your stomach drops at the realization. Damn, he was inviting you to his party announcing him as VP, and you didn’t go. Some friend you are.

“Sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s fine. I didn’t exactly tell you either. Had a feeling you wouldn’t go regardless of what I said.”

You can’t blame him for being correct, but now you’ve offended him twice. It’s best to go so you won’t do it a third time.

“Look, you can take me home, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you stay.” His hand is on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing your bag, “You ain’t do shit to me, okay?”

“But I…”

“You’re fine. I want you here.”

Those words get you all funny inside. He wants you here. At least he’s clear enough to say that.

He has a desk that hardly looks like it’s been touched, a bunch of textbooks on it. So you do your work there. Sukuna tosses them in a corner for you before turning on his tv.

“You okay with rock music?”

“Yeah. Just not so loud, please.”

He gives you an okay sign before turning on one of his playlists. The screaming and various instruments actually help you focus as you’re doing your assignments. Sukuna goes in and out of his room a few times, saying to text him if you need anything.

When he’s in, he’s using his dumb bells, working out while singing along to whatever song he has playing. Because you're weak, you couldn't help, but glance over. His thick arms glistening with sweat. The black tattoo wrapped around his bicep does nothing to hold it in. When he stretches, a small, black tuff of hair peeks though his jeans. He chugs a bottle of water, his Adam’s apple bobbing during each gulp.

You snap out of your trance when he looks over, faking a thinker’s face. That’s enough distractions for the night.

When you take breaks, you add the songs Sukuna played to your list. You snack on the leftover spinach dip their house chef made and ask about his posters.

Slipknot, Sleep Token, and The Killers are bands he's seen live. He wants to go to this music event months away to see all his favorite bands perform, but he's saving money to do that.

He also loves jujutsu. He was in a club until college. He practices now and then, but the sport isn’t as prominent in his life like before. Pride forms on his face when he shows you his huge, golden trophy, telling you how he won that right before he graduated.

You don’t ask him about the half naked women.

A chill session. An attempt to hang out without expecting more. You like it. You wouldn’t mind doing this again.

It’s eleven when you finish. Is it odd that you don’t want to leave? Wanting to hang out with him a little longer? Your first class tomorrow got canceled so you didn’t have to worry about waking up as early. Sukuna’s winding down too, ditching the rock music to reruns of Kitchen Nightmares while scrolling on his laptop.

You expect him to be doing something frat related. Maybe go to an unexpected party somewhere. But no, he’s here. With you. Why does that give you butterflies?

“All done?”

You nod, going over to the edge of his bed. “I can relax for the rest of the night.”

Sukuna checks the time, immediately sitting up. “I can take you home now, if you want.”

“Oh, uh actually, is it okay if I stay a little longer?”

Another strange look, but he doesn’t push it. “Yea, that’s fine.”

You end up watching his tv, enjoying the reruns though you’ve seen them a thousand times. Sukuna ends up putting away his computer to watch with you, showing you that he knows these like the back of his hand too.

You’re beside him in the bed when you watch Gordon argue with an owner about his food. Laughing when he whispers in the owner’s ear that he can cook. It gets you every time.

“I like your laugh.”

Your face gets hot at the compliment. He’s gazing at you, features soft. “T-Thanks.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was no attempt to move. Sukuna remains on his side of the bed, looking at you. You can see his eyes trace your face; your big, square glasses, cute nose, pretty lips. You’re wondering if he’s starting to change his mind about not sleeping with you.

That…wouldn’t be a bad thing. But you’re not ready. Like physically.

You need to shave. Or get waxed. You wouldn’t forgive yourself for pulling the meanie frat boy looking like that.

What are you thinking? You and Sukuna are supposed to be friends. Friends. He already admitted he doesn’t want to fuck you anyway. You can’t entertain your mildly horny thoughts.

Kitchen Nightmares forces them away, leaving you and Sukuna laughing and talking in his room for a little while. About any and everything. The conversations lasted for hours, time flying by.

Then, an alarm wakes you up and it’s not yours.

A heavy arm is around your waist, grounding you to the bed. Harsh groaning kisses your ear when Sukuna turns abruptly, turning off the alarm.

“Loud ass shit…” You freeze, his arm going back to where it belongs, pulling you closer to his chest. His chin is right above your head as his breathing starts to deepen again.

How did you manage to fall asleep in his room? It doesn't matter, you have to go.

You can't move. Or don't. You’re not going to tell him this, but he’s very comfortable. It soothes you in a way you didn’t expect. And want more of.

But you don’t know what time it is and you’re supposed to meet the girls soon for breakfast. So unfortunately, your comfort must come to an end.

You shift, trying to pick up Sukuna’s arm and remove it carefully. His arm is as heavy as it looks, like an entire brick. You didn’t want to wake him up, but wait, doesn’t he have class soon?

“Sukuna.” You call. He grunts, that arm you almost manage to remove locking you back in tight. “Sukuna, you gotta wake up.”

“For what…?”

He grumbles and you can’t help but think about how cute he sounds, “Don’t you have to go to class soon?”

You hear a light snore and you’ve accepted your fate. It didn’t seem too bad lying next to him. Your clothes were still on too, down to your cartoon socks. He didn’t touch you. He could’ve but…he didn’t.

Another alarm rings and that’s definitely yours. Sukuna moves his arm, giving you a chance at freedom. You had a hour to meet up with the girls.

“Holy shit.” Sukuna sat up, wearing amazing bed head while looking around. “What time is it?”

“Eight. You have class in thirty minutes.”

He waves you away, lying back down. “Fuck class.”

“Not this time. You have another test, remember?”

You giggle at Sukuna’s groans, gathering your things. “I gotta go. I have plans with my friends.”

The tiredness he has fades away when he hops up from his bed, “I can take you home.”

“Uh, no. You’re gonna waste time getting me there. I’m good, just go get ready.”

He grimaces, not liking that you’re right. “Fine. Text me.”

“I will.”

Sukuna insists on walking you out though. His frat mates giving him odd looks when he says he’ll see you tonight after work. “We should hang out again soon.”

“Yeah! I had a good time.”

“Me too.”

His low smile continues to make you feel funny. You wave him goodbye before beating it to the train station. You have to shower, grab your books for your one class today and your work shirt. It’ll be tight, but you’re not complaining.

On the outskirts of campus, there’s a little diner. It’s mainly listed as a hotspot for students during the school year. Their breakfast is great, which is why Yuki wanted to meet there.

“Wait, you two slept together?” Yuki asks, mouth gaping.

“No, we didn’t.” You roll your eyes, “We were in his bed, but nothing happened. We fell asleep watching tv.”

“And he ended up cuddling with you.” Shoko says, pouring a bunch of syrup over her pancakes.

“His arm was around my waist, but it’s not a big deal.” Your friends glance at each other before back at you, making you frown. “It’s not. Don’t think so much into it.”

“Okay, what do you want us to think then?”

“That Sukuna and I are friends.”

“Not with how he looks at you.”

You blink at Yuki’s words, “Huh? He doesn’t look at me any type of way.”

“Right, cause men are never subtle. Especially Sukuna.”

You’d agree about Sukuna’s subtly. He’s been direct with you since the first week, so if he was interested in you, he’d say it to your face. But he hasn’t.

“He’s not interested and I’m okay with that.” They give you an eyebrow raise. “I’m serious! This is the most I’ve done in terms of ‘branching out’ this semester. I don’t want a boyfriend from a frat or anything else. I like hanging out with him.”

Shoko and Yuki probably don’t buy it and that’s okay. What you’ve said was the truth. Well, 80% of it was. That 20% still lingers on when he said he liked your laugh last night. How he listened to you talk about your future job in cyber security while the tv ran in the background. He didn’t make fun of you, pushed you into doing something you didn’t want to do.

Sukuna is sweet. Attentive.

What you like. Want, but can’t have.

Even if you share alike interests, getting to know each other, you’re still…you. Sukuna is still Sukuna. At the end of the day, he wouldn’t be with someone such as yourself.

“Fine. We’ll leave you be.” Yuki says, making you relax. “We got more important things to talk about anyway.” She pulls out the poster for the Halloween party her sorority, Delta Phi Gamma, is having in a few weeks. The bright orange letters paired with a dark purple background and multiple pumpkins made your eyes adjust.

“You finished the poster?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to waste too much time on it. All people need to know is that we’re having a party. Filled with booze, snacks, and a badass DJ.”

“Sounds fun.”

“And you’re going.”

“What?”

“Told ya.” Shoko mutters, stealing a piece of your omelet.

“Come on. It’s not a frat party for one. Two, I want to see you in a costume.”

You suck your teeth, pretending the omelet was better than this conversation. You haven’t even told your friends what happened at the last party. Although, this was a sorority party, coming with some expectations and rules. Maybe it’ll be better than a frat one.

“As much as I love your movie marathons,” Shoko adds, trying to help, “I think the party will be fun. Plus, Yuki is organizing it so you know it’ll be good.”

That is true. Yuki’s role in the sorority is usually social, but she wanted to have a hand in planning the party. With the quality of the poster and the desperate attempt on wanting you to go, made you realize that this is important to her. You didn’t want to let anyone else down because you stuck to your homebody ways.

“Fine. Can I pick the costume? Or do you already have one in mind for me?”

Yuki grabs Shoko, shaking her while squealing. Some of the patrons in the diner turn to her direction before going back to their food. “I already have a costume in mind for you.”

“It better not be skimpy or I swear-”

“It’s not! But we are going to wax your legs for it.”

Here you go.

The party is a few weeks away, but Yuki already sent you her mood board for your costume after breakfast. She wants you to go as a sexy witch, which is hilarious how ‘sexy’ is capitalized and bolded.

You hope she doesn’t overdo it. Yuki was already the type of person to do a lot since you’ve known her since high school. While being surrounded by the usual group of cheerleaders and football players, she gravitated towards you. Making attempts to bring you out of your shell while not irritating you.

No one is sure how the two of you ended up being friends, but it worked.

And she’s about to send you to a party.

Will Sukuna be there? Some sororities invite fraternity's if they have a good relationship with each other. Sukuna and Yuki know each other in passing.

If he’s going to be there…you’re unsure what to do.

Do you think he’d like you more if you were sexier? Lose the glasses, wear a less revealing outfit to entice him? Make him lose his dry spell as soon as you walk through those doors? Damn, that 20% is turning into 30%.

The week after, Yuki’s posters is all over campus.

Everywhere you turn, they are in student's hands, on desks, some trash cans. Everyone talking about when they’re going to the party and what they’re going to wear. Even the frats are planning. When you hung out at Sukuna’s again, you heard some of his crew spout about going.

Yuki is going to flip when she sees the turnout.

“You going?” Sukuna asks when you hand him a piece of candy.

“Nah.” You lie. Yuki wanted to keep your appearance at the party a secret. So she didn’t want you to tell anyone about it, especially Sukuna. As a surprise. “You?”

“Yeah. Gotta see how your bff does in party planning.”

You snort while jotting down notes in your required reading of the week. “With how everyone’s talking about it, she might have you beat.”

“No, she doesn’t.” He tsks, “It’s all about the turnout. If it’s so hype that the cops show up, then that’s a party.”

“Ah, good to know.”

You definitely hope the cops don’t show up. Another tick of going to a college party and something fucked up happens. Then you’d start thinking you’re cursed.

“You should go.” Sukuna says. There’s no begging or pleading in his tone, but his soft eyes says it all. Probably having the same mindset as your friends “You deserve to have fun.”

“You’re right. But I typically just eat some candy and binge watch horror movies. It’s tradition…”

“And you can’t break it just for this one night?” You shake your head and his eyes narrow. “Would it make it better if I say I’ll watch over you the entire time? Nothing will happen when I’m there.”

Your chest tightens at the suggestion. Now, you didn’t want to lie to him. Not when he’s indirectly mentioning the incident and confessing that he’ll protect you. Like a dark knight keeping you safe.

All more of a reason to stay quiet.

“You’re sweet, but I’m good. Maybe next time.”

Sukuna’s eyes dart away and he remains quiet. You don’t think he’s angry at you, but he's not happy about the outcome of the conversation.

This Halloween party needs to hurry up.

On the day before, you had to decline Sukuna’s hang out offer as Yuki and Shoko slept over at your place to help you get ready.

You endure the pain from the wax. The hair ripped off all over your body is damn near torture. Halfway through, you consider forgetting about the entire thing. But this was for your friends. How they want you to have a good time. So you stay quiet.

You stopped complaining when your body is smooth as a baby’s bottom. It was weird, but you kinda liked it. With the combination of your nails and feet getting done, a test drive of your outfit and protecting your hairstyle for tomorrow, you were ready. Excitement lingered in the back of your throat, making you unable to sleep.

You are going to a party tomorrow. Yuki’s party. And you felt damn good about it.

The challenge came from diverting Sukuna’s attention all day.

You thought you had the liberty of not seeing him until your second class, but he said he’s skipping it to pick you up. Which, he’s never done that before. He’s joked about doing it a bunch of times, but you didn’t expect him to go through with it. On today of all days.

“You get your hair done?” He says when seeing you come out of your building, eyes blown wide at the break of your typical hairstyle.

“Oh yeah. The girls were over my apartment last night. We just did our hair and painted our nails.” You show him the black, galaxy paint on your fingernails. Sukuna takes your hand, admiring them. Thank goodness the cold air helps cool down your hot face.

“Looks good.”

“Thanks.”

He drives you to campus in his black car. The roaring of his engine hardly bothers you, but this time it adds to your anxiety. You have to get through your class, finish work, and then get dressed for the party. Easy peasy.

Sukuna’s thick arm brushes along yours, “Hey, did you…?”

“Oh!” You take your arm off the rest, keeping to yourself. “We also did some waxing too. It hurt, but…I got used to it.”

“Your skin is soft as shit.”

“Thanks. I might do it again more often.”

He glances at you strangely. Like he wants to ask more questions. “Look, I know you’re still nervous about the party tonight. So…what do you say about it just being us tonight?”

“What?” You face him, eyes blown wide. “Why?”

“Well, you said it’s tradition to watch horror movies and shit so, why not join you? Everyone will be out partying tonight. We can grab food and I can go back to your place. Then I can watch you cower behind me like a baby.”

Your heartbeat goes a mile a minute. So many words said to you in so little amount of time as he’s parking in front of the fraternity house. He wants to watch movies with you and blow off the party. Sukuna, the king of throwing parties and going to them. He wants to spend time with you. Alone. In your apartment.

“I can handle watching horror movies, you know.”

“Uh-huh.” Sukuna opens the car door for you, grabbing your bag. “You freaked out when we watched The Nun last week.”

“That was super scary, I didn’t like that…”

“I know.” He’s close, taking up all the space so you can focus on him and only him. “You shouldn’t be by yourself. I don’t want you to.”

There’s that look again. Not where he’s looking at you odd, but the one where your friends are making you question if you and him truly are just friends. His eyes are low, the proximity not being a problem for either of you.

As much as you want to say yes, you cannot cancel on Yuki at the last minute. You plan is to be there at her party for her. And Sukuna can’t not show up if he wants to ditch it to hang out with you.

“You should go to the party.” You step away from his car, walking to create distance. “I appreciate the effort. I don’t want you to miss the party because of me.”

“Fuck the party." As always, he catches up to you. "It won’t mean shit if you’re not there and alone.”

“Yeah, but you’re VP. Don’t you have to be there?”

“No. The entire frat will be there, I don’t have to show. I can hang with you.”

“I still don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Words struggle to form on the tip of your tongue. You had to make him go, no matter what. “I just don’t want you there. I want to be left alone for the night.”

On any other day, you’d say yes. Spend time with him, watching movies while eating a pizza. Just not today.

You can’t forget the way his face falls. Right outside your classroom. Your breath catches, struggling to express how sorry you are. He didn’t speak when walking you inside the room, placing down your bag. He didn’t say goodbye when he left, leaving this discomfort in your chest.

Shit, you fucked up.

You want to move, ditch your class and apologize. You didn’t. Class only became a blur. Your body trembling with anxiety.

What if he ends up not going to the party at all? What if he shows up to your empty apartment with the food and wonder where you went? Too many outcomes that could mess up the night.

Sukuna does pick you up, acting like his normal self. He takes you to lunch and doesn’t question you. Doesn’t push. There is something there though. A hint of melancholy. Which is why you apologize for what you said, but still stand your ground that he should go to the party and not worry about you.

He doesn’t like that. The twitch of his brow, how he doesn’t look at you when you say that. You don’t know what could possibly be going through his head right now. But you didn’t want him to hate you.

“Yuki is going to be picking me up.” You say when he drops you off at the store. “So you don’t have to worry about getting me tonight.”

“Why is she picking you up?” He questions, “Doesn’t she have a party to look over?”

“Yeah, but she wanted to see me before she gets shit-faced drunk.”

Sukuna scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Okay.”

“You stay safe tonight. Don’t party too hard.”

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to be upset over your “plans”. Or maybe he didn’t want to go to the party. You wanted to cheer him up somehow. Which is why you go over and give him a hug, face in his chest, gently patting his back.

Sukuna’s entire body tenses for a moment before his arms envelop yours. He almost picks you up the way he hugs you tight. His face buried in your neck, taking a sniff of your clear scent. It gives your body goosebumps and you hope he didn’t feel them.

“Don’t be mad. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m not mad.”

You shake your head when you can clearly see the annoyance in his face. “Right.”

When you try to pull away, Sukuna doesn’t, keeping you in place. Right besides the register. Thankfully, no one has come in yet, but you did have to start working. Not pay attention to his warm eyes and how they don’t want to let you go.

“Sukuna…”

“Are you sure? I don’t have to go to this party.”

“Yes. Go have fun.”

He sighs, pulling away once and for all. You wave him away as he leaves and let out a sigh of relief. You need to get through this shift. Then it’s party time.

Thank goodness the store picks up throughout your shift. Making the time go by faster. So you don’t linger on Sukuna’s unhappy face. You hope he shows up. Then you can show him that you can be fun. That you can branch out and be different.

Yuki swings by when picking you up, wearing this huge trench coat. It was a chilly outside on the way back to your apartment, where you all get dressed.

Gone is the long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers. A black corset, tied tight to your frame, a short black skirt, fishnet tights and ankle boots replace them. Your makeup was done, your eyes lined to highlight their shape and you decide it was a good idea to keep your glasses off. Yuki says your glasses don’t take away from the sexy look, but you wanted to keep them off.

Even though your eyesight wasn’t the best, the glasses felt like a barrier. An object to stop you from doing what you want to do. And you wanted that to be gone just for tonight.

“I hope you get laid.”

Yuki’s words make you laugh, “Let’s focus on the party first.”

“If you do,” Shoko cuts in, fixing her witch hat after putting on yours, “you better tell us all about it.”

“Please, I’m not gonna get laid. We’re going to have fun.”

Together, you three go to the party.

The cold air kisses your skin, making you clutch your shawl when you get out of Yuki’s car. Wolf whistles occur which Shoko responds with a middle finger while Yuki cutely waves. The group costume is already working out so well. Some girls even pointed out your makeup and corset.

It adds to the fluttering feeling in your chest, reducing your anxiety. For a moment.

The feeling rose and gathered in your throat when arriving at the sorority. The house is of a similar build to Sukuna’s fraternity house, in structure and layout. The only difference is the sorority colors, rose pink and turquoise, and the atmosphere is more…controlled.

Not too much chaos, but as you step closer the music got louder, people clamoring inside. One of the greeters, Utahime, who’s your buddy in your computer classes, waved at you all. She was dressed in all white, including her bow.

“Oh my god, you’re here?”

You shift, not making eye contact. “Yeah, why not? Can’t miss a good Halloween party.”

She squeals, “I saw a karaoke machine on the second floor, we have to sing together.”

“Now wait a minute, you’re making me do too much.”

“Your mind will change in a few hours.”

You hope not. It’s crazy enough that you decided to come to a sorority party. Doing karaoke in front of your peers is something you’re not ready for yet.

“We’ll see.”

“I’ll drag her to the floor, just say the word.” Shoko says, causing you to make your way further inside.

The party is packed.

Music blares against the windows, red cups spread throughout the entire house. Games are on to your right, from beer pong to darts to a shot competition. On your left, people mingling. Some couples were making out in the corners. Others having heated discussions of why your school football team will win this year.

You don’t see him yet though.

“I’m getting a drink. You?”

Well, as long as Yuki is getting it, you should be ok. “Yeah, I’m down. You know what I like.”

Shoko leans on you, “Make mine extra hard.”

“Like this is a bar…”

“You wanna dance or should we get a little tipsy first?”

You laugh, “Let me get a drink first. And some food.”

You thought you heard Yuki say there’s going to be pizza so you want to get some of that before it’s gone. On the way to the kitchen, more compliments are spewed your way. Mainly from men. Calling you and Shoko hot. Saying how your tits look good in that corset. Which, you brush off when getting your slice of pizza.

Sukuna still wasn’t to be found on the way to the kitchen. And you linger there just to see if he needed to eat too. But he doesn’t show. Yuki meets up with you with your drinks, taking one of Shoko’s pizza slice in exchange for her drink.

Should you ask? How would that look? You'd be a friend, who's curious about their other friend. It’ll also remove that thought from your mind of him waiting outside your apartment building, waiting for you to pick up. Your phone is on, so if he did call, you can tell him you’re at the party.

“Did…you see Sukuna here?”

Yuki hums while sipping her drink, “I did.” You don’t focus on your heart jumping at the confirmation. “He’s a little pissy right now though. I wanna hide you a little bit longer.”

You purse your lips, “Don’t do that. I wanna say hi.”

“He’s gonna steal you away from me.”

“Be forreal.”

Shoko snickers as Yuki groans, “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She lets you finish your pizza, leading you past crowds of people. Shoko decides to stay behind, going to chat up with Geto who walked in for a slice. As you push past people. the beat of your heart grows. All you’re doing was saying hi to Sukuna. Then apologize for lying to him about not going to the party. Hopefully, you two can hang out while you’re here and spend Halloween together.

Going around the corner back to the congregating area, you see him. In an all black harness strapped to his broad chest and hard abs. Matching with his pants and black boots. Red, pointy horns secured on his head and a skinny tail.

Shit…shit.

You freeze, pulling Yuki back who looks back in question. “I changed my mind. Let’s do something else.”

“Huh? We’re just going to say hi.”

“We can say it another time.”

“Oh girl,” Yuki’s smug face heats up your cheeks, “if this is your first time realizing your friend is hot, then you need to be fully exposed.”

“Yuki!”

“Hey, Sukuna!”

He glares over at Yuki before seeing you there. And he just, stands there. Eyes darting to all of you. Your outfit, your hair, your missing glasses. His face softening and turning into…something else. Something else that you like. Especially when he’s exposed to you like this in a way you’ve never seen him.

You bury your face in your cup when you say hi to him and Gojo.

“You said you weren’t coming to the party.” Sukuna says, his hard eyes on you.

“Surprise!” Yuki exclaims, “It was my idea. Payback for you having her all to yourself for these past couple of months.”

You apologize, “I didn’t mean to lie to you. Otherwise, I would’ve said yes to our other plans.”

You shoot him a smile and he glances away, a twinge of red appearing on his face and neck. Was he getting drunk already? The punch you got wasn’t that strong.

“It’s fine. You’re…fine.” Sukuna eyes your drink, “Who gave that to you?”

“Yuki.”

“Are you sure it was her? You said you can't see shit without your glasses-”

“Ugh, yes I gave it to her.” Yuki rolls her eyes, “Look at you, already worried about her.”

He tsks, folding his arms. So you shift to him and Gojo’s costumes, realizing they’re wearing similar clothing. “I like your costumes. Are you guys supposed to be demons?”

“Yeah. Sukuna wanted to be called ‘Curses’ but it didn’t roll of the tongue as much.”

“Shut up, Satoru.”

“What? It was the truth!”

You laugh at the two, trying to calm down your rapid heartbeat. You’re just kicking it people that you know. Even if one is a man who unlocks an urge you haven’t had in a long time. So you have to play it cool. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“You look hot by the way.” Gojo compliments, “It really is giving sexy witch.”

“Thanks…” You glance at Sukuna who hasn’t said a word about your outfit, but continues to stare at you like he’s starving. “I told Yuki to not go overboard. She would’ve had me in a bikini if I didn’t say anything.”

Sukuna drops his cup. “Shit.” The bright red punch spills on the carpet, some droplets getting on your boot. “Fuck, fuck let me-”

“Oh, it’s okay-”

He grabs your ankle, getting a napkin from Yuki before wiping the punch off. The heat from his large hand warms your skin. Each second that passes, his hand moves up momentarily to hold on your calf. You hold your breath, not once letting go when he stands, somehow close to you than he was before.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Sukuna brushes by you, going to get some more punch. You follow, thinking it's a good idea to top yourself off before partying some more.

Yuki has a beverage station set up not too far from the kitchen. It's a table with a variety of drinks displayed, beer, punch, soda, etc monitored by members of the sorority.

He knows you're here when he takes your cup and replaces it with a fresh one. You don’t miss how he drinks the last bit you had before tossing the cup away.

“Thanks…” He grunts while you take a sip, realizing that this was soda. Well, it's good to take it easy. Sukuna sticks close by you along a wall. So many people coming and going that it's easy to get lost if you're not careful.

You glance at his exposed torso, not wanting to stare for too long out of respect.

“What?” He asks.

“Oh, uh do you like my costume? You never said anything about it so I…”

“Yeah. I like it.” Sukuna locks eyes, making your stomach twist. “Be even better with your glasses.”

“Don't worry, I still have them.” You motion to the cute black star purse attached to your skirt, “They’re with my phone just in case of an emergency.”

His chest rumbles with amusement, pectorals moving against the harness. You needed to resist your eyes from looking down again, not wanting to be rude. No wonder men always talk about boobs.

“An emergency like being able to see where you are?”

“My vision is not that impaired for your information. I can make out most of the people in this room.”

“Most…like that makes me feel better.”

It was your turn to poke him right at his torso. “You don't have to believe me, but I'll be fine. In fact…” You point behind yourself, “I'm gonna try out beer pong.”

Sukuna gives a questionable look, “Do you like beer?”

“I…have never tried. But I will tonight.”

He snorts, his hand on yours to pull you along. You easily know where you're going if this man takes the lead, showing off his broad back. If you did lose him, all you have to do is smell him. His cologne changed. Notes of teakwood greet your nose, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

You two arrive in time as another round is set up.

The “rule” is to aim at any cup to get the other team to drink. The team who manages to remove all 16 cups win the game. You…were not expecting so many cups.

“Do I have to drink up all the cups by myself?”

“No. I'll drink it.”

“No, I can drink some. You shouldn't do all of that yourself.”

“I can't get drunk.”

“Liar.” Geto shows up with Shoko in tow. “You get tipsy six beers in. Unlike me, where it's seven.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Yeah, a one beer difference.”

“Do you two wanna join?” You ask, “The more, the merrier.”

“Yeah, because you’re not gonna like beer.” Shoko says, making you grimace.

The other team are some mix of sororities and frat participants. You go first, missing as the ball pings off the side of a cup. Of course, the other team manages to get it in, leaving you to pick up the cup.

And Shoko is right, beer is disgusting. You don’t like the bitter malt taste, but manage to get it down.

“People drink this willingly?”

Sukuna chuckles, “Yeah, our tastebuds are fucked.” It's his turn and he easily scores, making the other team drink. A sigh of relief escapes you when the other team misses.

Thank god you have two frat boys on your team. They made up for your terrible aim. Shoko is a bit better than you, but not much. You end up winning with four beers left on your side, Suguru and Sukuna taking the brunt of drinking.

“Fuck, that was close.” Sukuna sighs as you fan his face. His body is hot, matching your own temperature.

“You two would’ve got knocked on your asses if we didn't show.”

“Shut up, Suguru.”

“Well, I'm never drinking beer again.” You state.

“I told you.” Shoko says, “Stick to the fru fru drinks.”

Oh, you absolutely will.

Sukuna grabs your hand to stop the fanning. You hold back a smile when he looks at your flushed face. “You good?”

“Yeah. I think I need to burn the alcohol off.”

“Well that's easy!” Yuki appears, immediately grabbing you and Shoko before dragging you two away. Before you ask where she's taking you, you're on the dancefloor, right in front of the DJ.

“Oh no…”

“Oh yes!”

An addictive beat rumbles across the bass, causing more people to gather around and dance. You haven’t really danced since the previous party and that was for five minutes. But alcohol swims in your mind, allowing you to let loose and be free.

You dance with your friends, not caring about the moves you make or how awkward you feel. A silhouette of that familiar frat boy is in the corner of your eye. That you miss when another familiar face appears in front of you.

One of the pledges.

He slides through, dancing awfully close to you. You’re not mad at the attempt, giggling when you realize which one it is.

“Are you gonna pee if I touch you?”

“Nah, I'm not into piss kinks.”

You laugh, dancing with him for a while. That familiar silhouette is gone, not present when the pledge gets closer. His hands on your hips, feeling them move to the beat. It's harmless. At least until he starts to move up.

You miss a step, quickly grabbing his hands and putting them back on your hips. Only for them to raise again.

“Who gave you permission to move your hands?”

The pledges gives you this cocky grin, “Oh, come on you like it.”

“Uh, no. Don't ruin it.”

“What, we're just dancing-”

“You heard what the fuck she said.” Sukuna pushes the pledge's face away, sending him to the ground. You blink, quickly looking around at where he came from. “I'll drag your flat ass outside, naked, if you do that again.”

“Okay, okay!” The pledge quickly gets up, moving away with the tail in-between his legs.

You smile in thanks. “Were you really gonna drag him outside naked?”

“Yeah.” His serious face amuses you even more.

So you keep dancing, making sure Sukuna stays beside you. He pretends to be immune to the dancing scene, yet he steps with you. No attempts to touch you besides the brief contact your hands make.

You don't know how dancing was supposed to burn away the alcohol, your body keeps burning up. Sweat forms on your forehead, looking around for sanctuary.

“Hot?” Sukuna asks. You nod, fanning your face. “I got you.”

He takes your hand again, leading you away from the dance floor. Past the partygoers and upstairs. The loud, banging music becoming faint, but apparent past the rooms. And to a little corner with a window overlooking campus.

A sigh of relief escapes you when your cheek presses along the cold window.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Didn't want you to faint on me.” Sukuna says, fixing the curtain to cover up you and him. He does the same, taking in the crisp air.

Your eyes divert back to his torso. A slight sheen on his abs. How his pectorals raise and lower during each breath. The outline of his nipple peers out, making you lick your lips.

Gosh, you’re no better than a man.

“You wanna feel?”

Your eyes narrow, darting around Sukuna’s frame. “Feel…what?” He gestures to his exposed torso in a nonchalant way, making your reaction not as chalant. “Why are you asking me?”

“’Cause you've been making eyes at me since I saw you.”

Damn, he got you. Trying to use the window to cool off your face doesn't help when Sukuna is spouting this type of stuff. You did always want to feel a man's abs, to witness how…strong they are. Your friend is giving you an opportunity while staring right into your soul.

“Don't…be weird about it.”

“I asked you in the first place.”

You roll your eyes, deciding to bite the bullet and poke him. Yes, a quick poke. “There, I touched it.”

Sukuna sucks his teeth, “Don't punk out on me now.”

“I'm not-!”

He takes your hand and puts it on his stomach. He's closer now, looking down as your mind stops working in real time. Wow. You see the appeal. The very generous six pack is so hard you can wash clothes on it.

Ah, that's where washboard abs comes from.

“You like that?” Sukuna whispers, not letting go of your hand, dragging it up and down his body.

You nod, entranced. He guides your hand along his pectorals, showing you how heavy they are. All logic goes out the window when you squeeze one. And he groans. Groans.

That low sound of pleasure shoots through your body, pooling in your core. His hooded gaze adds to this intimate atmosphere. Neither of you pull away. Not when he puts your hand on his throat.

“Look at that…” His grin is devious, but so hot. “The witch subdued the demon.”

“Curse.” You correct, “You wanted to be called curses-”

You're inches away from his face. Your vision absolutely clear with Sukuna’s lustful gaze, your body against his. He gives off so much heat it's suffocating, but intoxicating. Almost like following a siren to your doom.

But were you ever in danger?

“Fuck…fuck…” His brows furrow then unfurrow. You’re sure this is the alcohol getting to him. You're tipsy and so is he. It's the only reason why you two are acting weird. So someone has to be the mature one here.

“Sukuna…” You breathe, trying to gather your bearings. “We’re both a little…you know, so it's understandable if you're not clear about your behavior. Alcohol can do that to you.”

Yeah, because that's what all of this is. A mistake. Sukuna would never act like this with you sober. And you're indulging it like a touch-starved idiot.

“I'm not fucking tipsy.”

“You are inebriated. It makes sense why you're torn-”

“I'm torn because I don't know if I want to kiss you or fuck you right behind these curtains.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Oh my god.

He's searching your shocked face, waiting. Waiting for you to push him away. To clam up and act weird about this...confession? You're not sure what it is, only that he's telling you what he wants.

You can say no.

There's nothing wrong with saying no.

Why would you say no?

Your heartbeat matches the beat of the music downstairs, but you grip his shoulder. A quick lick of your lips while looking at his.

“Can we…can we kiss?”

With a grip on the nape of your neck, Sukuna pulls you in. The two of you collide, not in a messy, sloppy way. But in a “I've been waiting for this for a long time” way. He’s not overpowering. He works with you. A few seconds in you realize how long it's been since you’ve kissed someone. Had you in their arms during the embrace. Sukuna doesn’t make fun of your inexperience. He wants more.

Every touch is mandatory, every action is important. He doesn't immediately shove his hand down your skirt, but grips your sides as if you'd be taken away once the grip loosens. He's nipping at your lip as a test, which you like, doing the same back.

He introduces his tongue and it's slow. Deliberate. You're cautiously inviting him in, unsure if you are doing it right. That's when he cradles your face, dragging his tongue across yours like molasses. Tasting the beer, absorbing his refined scent. All until you didn’t know where you start and he ends.

You push against him, not wanting to miss a single thing. Sukuna gets the hint and puts you on the windowsill, giving your legs a break. Your breath hitches at the cold against your back, but it's a good contrast to the heat in front of you.

The big, bad frat boy kisses your face, ruining some of your makeup. He encloses along your jaw, giving each part a peck. A lick. A nibble. Then on to your neck. That one kiss making you shiver, letting out a salacious moan.

“Fuck…” Sukuna exclaims, nudging into your neck, trying to get in your skin. “You like that, baby?”

“Yeah-oh!” You grip his shoulder when he does it again and again and again. Lavishing your neck with his lips. Nibbling in a desperate attempt to mark you.

Shit, he feels so good. You hope your touch starvedness wasn't shining through. Your back arches from his caresses. Somehow Sukuna finds a spot where your corset and skirt doesn’t meet, his fingertips tracing along your spine with timid patience.

You can't think when he splays kisses across your collarbone, down to the tops of your breasts. The gentle air cooling traces of his saliva. Sukuna buries his head along them, making blood flush to your cheeks.

“I wanna suck these tits.” He declares, “Been thinking about them for a while...”

“Really?”

Your heart flutters at the nod, nose kissing your cleavage. “This outfit didn't help at all…”

A mix of amusement and pleasure pours from you while running a hand through that silky pink hair of his, making him look up. His face red, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Almost like he's not real. But he is and he's with you.

“Okay.”

The next kiss is wild. Bolder. In that short amount of time, you keep up with his want, showing him that you want this as much as you do. His hands play with the strings of your corset, only loosing them up a little to free your breasts.

Like a true frat boy, he stares. Practically awestruck. He's seen boobs a bunch of times before, so you don’t know why yours is any different.

“I should take a picture of these.”

“No!” Your legs wrap tight around his waist, pulling him in closer. “Do not put my boobs on your phone right now.”

He grumbles, “Killjoy.”

You glare, but immediately forget all about it when he buries your face between your breasts. Handling both with his huge hands, pushing them together and squeezing them. The curtain you two are under cracks open a little, the light from downstairs glaring in your eye. Immediately, you pull the curtain enough to block the light.

You need more time before going back to reality.

Sukuna pinches your nipples, making you yelp and jolt. He freezes in concern.

“You okay?”

“Keep going.” You sigh, hands on top of his, “Don't stop.”

He grins, pinching them again for that reaction of yours. You’re submerged in his kisses, pushing against his palms for more of a sensation. Any cries is swallowed by Sukuna’s determination.

Your tongue attacks his as his fingertips trace your back again. Your sex flutters and your legs spread wider. Fuck, you don’t ever want him to stop.

“Oh!” His lips latch on to your nipple. Your mouth wide open. It stays like that, eyes blown as Sukuna flicks your bud with the tip of his tongue. Any strength you have is on holding his head close to you as tight as possible.

The sounds of him suckling your breasts don't help either. They're wet and needy. He never falters in fondling your other breast. His fingertips never stop caressing your spine.

“S-Sukuna…” You shudder, thighs squeezing against his waist. An odd sensation starts building, one you haven’t felt since your prom date dipped between your legs. “Oh…oh my…”

He switches breasts after a wet pop, somehow making this position even better. You’re rolling your hips against something hard, adding more friction to your clothed clit. The chill from the window pane hits your back in just a right angle, causing you to still.

Your muscles tense up and pleasure shoots through you like a tidal wave. You clutch on to your frat boy as you ride that wave all the way back to shore. A silent cry seeps past your lips.

“Shit. Shit, did you just? Oh fuck…” Sukuna parts away, tracing over the mess he has you in. Your boobs out, lips swollen and hair in slight disarray while panting. “I ain’t never had a chick do that before from me sucking their tits, fuck me…”

His impressed and hungry look causes you to chuckle. “You should make that into a metal.”

“I'll make it a damn trophy.” Another kiss while he's helping you fix your corset. It's damn near impossible with each peck, each lip bite. “I don’t wanna fuck you here. You need to make some noise.”

“My apartment?” You quickly say, between the kisses on his face. “We can actually watch some horror movies too.”

Sukuna leans into your embrace, eyes closed. He keeps you to his frame as your lips glide down to his neck. Giving open mouth kisses over his pulse, his throat. You experiment with a bite, making him shudder.

“Shit, you’re not making this easy.” He humps in-between your legs, making sure you feel how much he wants this. “We ain't watching any horror movies tonight, baby. Or tomorrow. Hell, the whole fucking week.”

He roams his hands all over you, seeming like an eternity that you two decide to part from each other. But Sukuna needed to go warm up his car and you have to get yourself together, tell your friends you're leaving for the night.

“Oh!” You stop Sukuna before he goes downstairs, “Do you have condoms?”

“Plenty.”

“Okay good because I'm not on birth control and it will be a while before I can go on it cause I have to find a doctor and see if they can take my insurance-”

“I know, babe. Don't worry about that right now.”

Ah, right. You can’t think too far ahead just yet.

“Okay.”

Sukuna storms down the stairs, shouting that he's out before going out the door. You wait a few minutes before making your way down.

You need to find Yuki and Shoko. You can’t have a repeat of the last party, freaking them out even more. You’re pushing past shoulders, looking for a signature blonde and brunette to tell them the news. That you’re about to have sex with Sukuna. Who's into you. You. A person who’s just trying to get her work done and graduate on time.

There's no underlying agenda, no bet to make you think otherwise. He wants you. And damn it, he's going to have you.

“You think he's ever gonna let that shit go?” You pause, right around the corner from the kitchen. Geto and Gojo were talking by the fridge after getting another refill.

“No.” Geto says, “He's been playing hero for two months now. I mean, I get why but what a long way to lead someone on. If he’s trying to get sex out of it, anyway.”

Wait, they can't be talking about…

“Nah, he said he wasn’t gonna fuck her when he started following her around. It's not like that.”

Your heart drops.

The air in your lungs escape, but don't make an attempt to come back in. Sukuna…lied to you? He did all of this, because of that party? Because of his frat image?

You need to leave.

Your shaky legs carry you to the nearest exit. Yuki told you about a backdoor entrance of the house people use to escape campus security. You burst open that back door and run.

Cold air hits your chest, your tear stained face. You can't see anything as they keep falling, destroying what little makeup you have left. All you know is that you need to go home. Call your friends and tell them that Sukuna lied. To you. To someone who shouldn't have let her guard down in the first place. Who did because you thought he's different.

You stumble, almost getting a face full of grass if you didn’t catch yourself. The mascara stings your eyes, adding to the impaired vision. You don’t even know where you are right now. Hopefully, close to the train station.

“You lost?”

That voice.

Without your glasses, you don’t need to make out who it is when you look back. Those brown and green fraternity colors, that piss-colored hair and smug face tell you everything you need to know.

Naoya removes his jacket, trying to appear a little concerned for your well-being. “It's cold out here. Take my jacket.”

“I'm okay. Thanks.”

“Oh, come on it's really cold.” You tense at the jacket drape along your shoulders. The scent of sea salt is a facade. An attempt to lower your guard. “A girl like you shouldn't be out here like this. Alone.”

He pulls you close to his body with a firm hold. It'll be hard to push away without it being painful.

“I'm going to my friend's place. She lives there.” You point back at the sorority. “I'm just getting some fresh air.”

“Huh. Funny, it looked like you were running away from there.” He slides his hand down your arm. The action makes you ball your hands into fists. “You don't have to lie to me, sweetheart. I won't bite.”

He brushes his fingers along your cleavage, trying to secure his jacket on you.

You shouldn’t have gone to that party. You shouldn't have talked to Naoya. Entranced by that pretty face. It causes nothing but trouble.

Trouble you don't know if you can get out of.