Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

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synopsis :: following every generic romance media known to man—there’s always a set of troupes that you’ll come across. now what if you relived them, only with a group of insufferably handsome men?

s. gojo :: academic rivals to lovers.

synopsis :: top of his class, and the campus’ star student, satoru gojo is used to being number 1. that was, until a scholarship student fucked with all his plans—the most unfortunate thing being that you were just his type. smart, witty and mean, you’re everything he’s ever wanted, if only his pride wasn’t in the way.

r. sukuna :: accidental roommates.

synopsis :: a registration mishap leaves you rooming with the university’s most notorious frat president—and now the two of you are stuck in a place you could barely call an apartment. together. so, it’s only fair you find something to agree on, right?

k. nanami :: fake dating.

synopsis :: hell bent on making your ex, gojo, jealous you found yourself wrapped in the hot valedictorian’s arms—in exchange for your connections he’s willing to play your little game to help make the white haired loser regret breaking up with you, only you find yourself drawn closer and closer to the mysterious blonde.

f. toji :: jock x nerd.

synopsis :: stellar athlete and captain of the ice hockey team, fushiguro toji is used to everybody knowing exactly who he is. everybody except the wallflower, the nerdy girl at the front of his class that seems to have no interest in him—only for toji, she happens to be the most interesting person alive.

waaaa tysm for 5k my babies :’D never ever ever did i ever think id get this far or this many people would gaf about my writing but im so eternally grateful for every single one of you guys & u mean the world to me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 ty for being part of my stupid corner of the internet 🐇 !!

“dollface where areeee you?” 

you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.

“sukuna…? it’s 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?”

“i missed you, sweetheart.” he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.

“good god you’re wasted.”

“m nottt—.”

“let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“nooo.” he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.

“come on, big guy.” you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.

“that’s not my name.” 

you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hair—right before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.

“kuna ew you reek of alcohol!”

“gods, why do you put up with me?” he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.

“w—what?” you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against you—because sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.

rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.

“t’ good for me y’know..”

“oh? what’s this about, kuna?”

“you’re soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really don’t deserve you.”

drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculous—ryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?

“oh ryo…”

“don’t say—anything.”

“i won’t, ryo.” you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.

“i love you, kuna:

“i—love you too.” he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.

that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a person—it wouldn’t be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you would’ve gotten him drunk ages ago.

you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.

i lowk forgot how to write bro. but we’re so close to another milestone i’m so freaking hyped ily guys and trust me i’m cookin

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Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Please Tip Your Server! ‎⋆˙⟡ᝰ.ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ Mixed media Smau, fem reader, modern and restaurant au, fluff and angst, multiple love interest options, college au (kinda?). Inspired by bistro huddy and my waitress fantasy. owner!Gojo, co-owner!Geto, Manager!nanami, Headchef!sukuna, linecook!choso, bartender!shoko, Hostess!utahime, server!reader

Tag list open!!

Main Menu

1. Appetizers Please!

2. On the House

3. Burnt coffee

4. Heating up

Sukuna route unlocked!

Sugar and spice

Closing

Dinner plans (new!)

A/n: my first series and I’m super excited!!

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

Dinner plans

| closing | Masterlist |

The next morning, the bell above the diner door felt exceptionally loud. You slipped past Utahime with a quick wave, determined to avoid another round of her aggressive matchmaking eyebrows, and headed straight for the back.

By the time the clock struck noon, the lunch rush was in full swing. You zipped between tables, balancing plates of Sukuna’s perfectly seared specials and refilling coffee cups. Every time you passed the kitchen window, you caught glimpses of him moving with effortless precision under the harsh line lights.

When Nanami finally nodded you off to your 30-minute break, your feet were aching. You grabbed your phone, sinking into the familiar break room chair. Before you could even decide on a video to watch, your screen lit up with a notification from the Diner group chat.

shoko [12:14 PM]: cough cough. wow im so sick. dying over here. standard seasonal cold stuff. 🤒

gojo [12:15 PM]: Oh no!!! Rest up Shoko! Don't worry, our favorite star server has graciously agreed to cover your closing shifts all week long! 🌟

shoko [12:17 PM]: wow. what a hero. i owe her one. maybe a home-cooked meal or something.

You stared at the screen, letting out a soft huff of laughter. They are so transparent, you thought, tossing the phone face down on the table.

"Something funny?"

You jumped slightly, looking up to see Sukuna leaning against the doorframe, his apron already tossed over the back of a chair. He must have just started his own break.

"Just Shoko and Gojo being... themselves," you said, leaning back. "Though I guess I really am closing with you for the rest of the week."

Sukuna walked over, sitting in the chair across from you. He didn't have his usual imposing kitchen scowl; instead, he looked relaxed, almost thoughtful. "Works for me. Means I don't have to worry about you walking home in the dark."

Your heart did a small, traitorous flip, but you kept your cool. "You know, Choso thinks I should just drive."

"There’s no need to waste the gas on a 10 minute walk ," Sukuna replied smoothly, a faint, rare amusement touching his eyes. "Besides, walking gives us time to figure out the menu for tonight."

Right. Tonight. The dinner offer from yesterday wasn't just a fleeting thought he was actually serious.

"Oh, right," you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced. "So, Head Chef, what exactly are you planning on cooking in my tiny, underwhelming apartment kitchen?"

Sukuna leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, looking entirely in his element. "I was thinking something simple but right. Spicy ginger pork. I'll bring the ingredients from the prep kitchen so you don't have to buy anything." He paused, looking at you intently. "Unless you object to spice?"

"Not at all," you smiled, the lingering nervousness finally melting into genuine excitement. "Spicy is perfect."

"Good," he said, standing up as his timer buzzed, signaling the end of his break. He caught your eye one last time before heading back to the line. "Clean up your station later. We're leaving right on time tonight."

A/n: sorry this is a little short I just want to get back in the rythm of this fic and I need to refresh my mind on the lore I created

The rain tap-taps a steady, rhythmic beat against the kitchen window, perfectly matching the low hum of the refrigerator. Inside, the apartment is warm, smelling faintly of rich vanilla, roasted coffee, and the clean, cedarwood scent of Kento’s cologne.

For Nanami, turning another year older isn’t cause for a grand spectacle. In his line of work, aging isn't just a milestone; it’s a privilege. He doesn't need a loud venue or a crowd of colleagues trying to coax him into drinking more than he cares to.

He just wants this. This exact stillness.

"You're staring again," you say softly, leaning against the kitchen counter. You’re holding a small, perfectly frosted cake nothing overly sweet, just a classic Earl Grey chiffon with a light cream cover, exactly how he likes it. A single, unlit candle sits in the center.

Kento sits at the dining table, his tie already discarded on the entryway bench, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. Without his signature glasses, his eyes look softer, framed by the faint, tired lines of a man who carries the weight of the world but has finally found a safe place to put it down.

A small, rare smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Am I? Forgive me. I was just thinking how fortunate I am."

You walk over and set the cake down between you. "Happy birthday, Kento." Giving him a quick peck on the cheek

He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping gently around your wrist before sliding down to lace his fingers through yours. His skin is warm, a comforting anchor. "Thank you. Did you make this yourself?"

"With a little help from the bakery down the street for the frosting technique," you admit, sitting down in the chair next to him rather than across. "But the baking was all me. Go on, light the candle. Make a wish."

Kento eyes the single wick. He’s a pragmatic man who doesn't believe in superstitions or magic wishes, but he looks at you, sees the expectant sparkle in your eyes, and relents. He pulls a sleek lighter from his pocket, flicking it open with a quiet clink. The small flame dances, casting a warm golden glow over his sharp features.

He closes his eyes for a brief second. When he opens them, they fix directly on you. He blows out the candle, a thin wisp of smoke curling up into the air.

"What did you wish for?" you ask, leaning in.

"If I tell you, it won't come true, isn't that the rule?" he teases lightly, his voice a deep, soothing baritone. He reaches up, his thumb gently brushing across your cheekbone. "Though, truth be told, I didn't wish for anything. Everything I could possibly want is already sitting right in front of me."

You feel a familiar warmth bloom in your chest. Even after being married to him, his quiet, deliberate romanticism can still catch you off guard. Kento isn't a man of grand, empty gestures; every word he speaks is deliberate, entirely honest, and weighted with absolute devotion.

"You've gotten smoother with age, Mr. Nanami," you laugh softly, leaning into his touch.

"I am merely stating facts," he replies, his expression earnest.

He cuts two neat, perfectly equal slices of cake. As you both eat in comfortable, companionable silence, the tension from his long week seems to visibly melt from his shoulders. He eats slowly, savoring the subtle tea flavor, nodding his approval.

Once the plates are cleared, Kento doesn't let you get up to wash them. Instead, he catches your hand, pulling you gently onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in. His arms wrap securely around your waist, holding you flush against his chest as if guarding his most precious treasure.

"No work thoughts tonight?" you murmur against his skin.

"None," Kento promises, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, then down to your temple. "Tonight, I am strictly off the clock. I am only yours."

The rain continues to fall outside, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. In the quiet safety of your home, there are no curses, no schedules, and no demands. Just Kento, completely at peace, celebrating the birth of a life he finally loves living.

A/n: happy bday to my husband I love and miss you