Asocial, Asexual & Anxious

There were two things that everyone at the Cleaners HQ knew.

1 - Enjin would flirt with any woman he came across.

2 - You wouldn’t give anyone the time of day if they were being romantic.

This is where a problem arises, because Enjin loved to flirt with you. Like, weirdly so. At this point, you thought that he just liked being shot down. Multiple times now, he has cornered you somewhere in the halls of HQ, leaning his hand against the wall and bringing his head in close only to say some ridiculous version of “how you doin’?” Or “Let me take you out”. Every time your response would be the same. A slightly annoyed and somehow humorous look took over your features, pulling your eyebrows a little bit in and up.  Some form of “No.” always fell from you lips.

But tonight was different. 

You were in a good mood, slightly more ready to fall into his oh so obvious trap when he playfully cornered you again. The halls were empty and he smirked down at you. After all, he simply wasn’t convinced that you had no feelings for him at all. 

He really loved the chase. Maybe he would be bored with you if you gave in easily like so many others and maybe he’ll be bored as soon as you say yes, only one way to find out though. So, when he asked his stupid repeat of a question tonight, expecting the same ‘no’, he felt a jolt of something run through him at the new answer.

“You can’t handle me.” You spoke, eyes slightly heavy as you looked up at him while bringing a hand to trace along his chin. With that, you stepped sideways and began walking again, leaving him behind in pure shock. It took him a second to process what happened, but as soon as he did he was running to catch up with you.

Fuck, no one was gonna believe him when he talked about it tomorrow.

A lighter Jinki that transforms your body into fire like the Human Torch or Ghost Rider.

You’re a part of team Danger because the fire spreads pretty fast and far while you are transformed, but the one and only time Enjin saw you fighting like that had him whipped for you. I’m talking completely wrapped around your finger.

He would follow you around for months after that, just begging to see you fight again because it was so sexy. The amount of pickup lines related to heat and ‘hot’ was insane. Tbh, you didn’t think he could come up with that many, yet here he was.

“Is it hot in here, or is it just you, boo?"

“I must be snow, because you’re making me melt over here."

“Are you the sun because you’re hot."

“I’m gonna need some sunscreen over here, babe."

(referring to your hair that turned into fire while transformed) “So, do they match?” (that one earned him a solid punch to the face)

“Hey, i’ve got something to stick inside you to take your temp since you’re so hot."

Honestly, you weren’t even sure if half of these were pickup lines or just him trying to find different ways to say he wanted to put his dick in you. It got to the point where you knew you had to shut him up. So, when he met you after getting back from his job, you decided to take things into your own hands. He began to say whatever new pickup line he thought of today, but was cut off when you grabbed the front of his shirt. With a good amount of force, you brought his face to yours and smashed your lips together. He frost for a few seconds, processing what just happened. The second he began to melt into you, you pulled away and shoved him back.

“There. Happy? Now quit it with the stupid pickup lines."

ryomen sukuna was off limits.

all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.

he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.

he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.

you were just a happy go lucky.

sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.

you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.

a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.

hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.

who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.

and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.

in all honesty, you did.

the ryomen sukuna was in love

with you .

you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.

you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.

no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .

ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.

the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.

or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.

but he did... apparently. for you. with you.

ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.

so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.

ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?

it was called being smitten, ofcourse .

with you.

who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.

and happy father’s day to enjin cz that’s daddy

Oh...

he loves it when you let him use you as his test subject, loving to watch you try a small dose and just absolutely lose yourself, always having that dumb dopey smile on your face as you coo at him to join you, that you both need to get messed up and then have messy make out sessions. he doesn't hesitate at all, taking his own dosage before immediately jumping on you to get a head start on those kisses before it fully enters his bloodstream

slight angst

The bar is dim as you glance at Enjin, he’s towering over a woman as they chat it up. They look sweet, all smiles. It’s almost like a scene from one of those cheesy romance films. The way the light glistens and reflects off of her hopeful eyes. You look down at your drink instead of torturing yourself with that image. There’s sparks flying across the room and you’re here—sad and tipsy. You sigh, this isn't a movie and you’re not a movie star.