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⤿ or fireworks held many meanings. For megumi, they represented hope. And for you, they represented love.

word count: 1.5k

cw: fluff, confessions, open ended ending, a character study in disguise once more, megumi may be light ooc, gn!reader, reader is completely ambiguous and possesses no description aside from believing fireworks are symbols of love, every other detail of reader is up to your interpretation, reader is referred to by (Name) when spoken to, spoilers for the entirety of jjk, timeline is post chapter 271.

Megumi never once lived for himself.

He lived for others.

He was selfishly selfless, his cruelty being born from his ideology.

Yet, no matter how much he viewed his life as nothing but something he could use to protect and love others, there were moments where Megumi allowed himself to be selfish.

After all, Megumi desired nothing more than a life spent admiring the simplicities of what life had to offer. 

He had allowed himself to dream of a life beside his sister, Tsumiki. To watch the laundry dry in the light, to cook meals he’s prepared thousands of times and more importantly, watch Tsumiki find someone similar to Yuji Itadori.

Someone who was compassionate, kind, understanding and always willing to see the reason for someone’s actions. 

Someone who would provide and love his sister, just as she for him.

Those dreams were ripped from him by Sukuna.

Sometimes, Megumi wondered why Yuji and the others chose to fight to free his soul.

The whole ordeal would have been simpler had they focused only on defeating Sukuna.

Yet here is, being selfish once again by choosing to live for others.

So perhaps you would forgive him for being selfish tonight.

December 31st, 2018.

A week since December 24th, 2018.

Truth be told, everyone was slowly recovering, still shaken by the events of what transpired in Shinjuku. 

Scars were left, both physically and psychologically. 

Yet, most of those involved in the fight were more than content to continue being sorcerers. 

To live a life that always ends with regret, one way or another.

But you were different, just like everyone else.

You had your reasons for being a sorcerer, for making the choices you’ve made and for living life the way you did.

But for Megumi, you had slowly become his new dream.

To live a life beside you, to find solace in your presence, understand you as a person and grow with you, seemed like a life that would be well lived.

But once again, Megumi Fushiguro’s life was not like the dreams he yearned for.

You were leaving. 

Tomorrow, on January 1st, 2019.

Because you were positive that with the new year, you’ll be able to rebuild your life once again.

That you would find a light that never burnt out, but merely dimmed.

However, it wouldn’t be here. 

You were off to some country Megumi couldn’t be bothered to remember.

How he selfishly wished for you to stay.

 Yet, he understood that you deserved the chance to leave.

You deserved to find your footing after everything.

You deserved a life where you aren’t exorcising cursed spirits in an endless cycle of suffering, pain and regret.

You deserved to find who you are, not as a sorcerer, but as someone with dreams, hopes, flaws and insecurities of your own.

Even so, Megumi Fushiguro was selfish, incredibly so.

And this selfishness was his drive, the only way he knew to love.

He could only hope that you would forgive him, find it in your heart to forgive him for being so stupid.

Forgive him for not being able to understand himself before he decided he wanted to understand you.

He glanced down at his watch, 11:59 PM.

A mere minute, perhaps even less, than the day you were excited for. 

A day he knew he was perhaps going to ruin.

Perhaps he should have stayed silent, simply continue to live the way he did.

Yet he understood that perhaps that just this once, his selfishness could be just.

For he had already melted when he had seen the way your eyes had softened the moment the bright, loud and colourful fireworks had painted the deep black of the night.

“(Name),” he begun, watching the way you turned to him with a smile on your face.

 It wasn’t the smile you wore when you were truly happy, or the smile you gave when you were caught off guard.

Rather, it was the smile you wore when you understood that the joy you felt may not be shared by others. 

Megumi had learnt everything about you from a mere surface level. 

From how you enjoyed your meals, to which music you listened to and the meaning of your smiles.

He only dreamed that today would allow him to begin to understand you even more.

“If someone were to ask you to stay, would you consider them to be a selfish person?”

Your smile was gone, replaced by a gentler, more thoughtful expression as you turned your gaze away from and to the sky.

“I don’t think that would be my place to comment.” You said, moving to lean your weight against the railing. “I would be confused, perhaps even upset and hurt. But I also understand that someone may have their reasons to do so.”

He wondered what he would have done had he been in your shoes.

He’d most likely stay, even when he tells himself he won’t.

As you turned your gaze back to him however, Megumi noticed that the warmth was gone from your face. 

“May I ask why you suddenly began questioning me? I don’t want to think too hard on New Year’s Day ya know.”

Your quip was meant to be a tease, yet it still felt like a small jab to his heart.

“You deserve to know that the love I have for you exceeds my way of life.”

Megumi was never good with expressing himself outside from his reasonings for his actions.

He’d much prefer keeping his vulnerability tucked away from the world, allow it to dwell in the shadows.

Unseen and unnoticed.

He supposes love would force him to be vulnerable, no matter how much his heart ached.

“I love you (Name),” he repeated, “In more ways than I can even understand.”

Megumi’s eyes were stuck on you, as though he was searching for something to describe your heart.

 All he was met with was a look of shock, a hope that seemed so close yet so far.

…

The silence was not like the other moments of stillness shared between him and you.

It wasn’t soft, it was bitter, tense and painfully awkward.

What was worse however, was that you didn’t even dignify him with a reply.

You only stood there, stunned, confused and possibly hurt.

He should have comforted you, instead he chose to memorize every single detail he possibly could.

From the way the fireworks dawned a colorful glow to the expanse of your face, to the way you took in a shaky breath.

He swore you were nothing short of divine.

“If you were to love me, you would understand that I wouldn’t give up on this.” You had finally spoken, your words not intending to be cruel.

They were simply cruel.

“I know.” Megumi replied, his gaze dropping to where the snow met the front of his boots. “But you’ve always known that I was selfish.”

“I suppose I have.”

The silence stretched on once more, with his gaze being drawn away from you.

Even when for the first time, you’re looking at him in the way he looks at you.

Reverent, soft and utterly fearful.

“I love you Megumi,” you said, slowly taking a few steps forward. “But I deserve someone who will love me, even when I don't know how long it will take for me to find myself.”

Megumi stayed silent.

Yet slowly but surely, he lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“I would never ask you to give up your happiness for my own,” Megumi began, his heart feeling far too heavy. This certainly isn’t how love is described. Yet emotions were always universal.

“All I ask is that you let me stay by your side. To spend my days with you even when I don’t understand myself.”

You didn’t dignify him with words, instead you chose to gaze at the fireworks again.

“Fireworks have always represented a love so hopeful, that its impact carries on. Even if that love has faded.” You said, watching as the night sky gained stars, even if it was for a few seconds.

“I wonder, if we were to give love a chance, would it endure?” You finally looked back at him, offering your hand.

He hesitated for a few moments, before he slowly wrapped his hand against yours.

Even against the winter winds, he could feel a small yet powerful warmth.

“There’s no way of knowing without trying, is there?” He replied, giving your hand a soft squeeze as he began to watch the fireworks.

Fireworks were meant to be fleeting.

But the impact they had never are truly forgotten.

Perhaps the love shared between you and him would be just like fireworks.

Or it could be a reminder that hope exists even in the darkest of days.

Megumi didn’t mind taking the risk with you.

For he knew that he loved you.

And in this moment, you both were basking in not just love or hope, but also in the comfort of trusting life to play out the way it was supposed to.

At that moment, Megumi Fushiguro decided he was comfortable with that.

So long as he could love you, freely and sincerely.

He had no complaints.

notes: i do not like this whatsoever but the idea has been in my head for far too long 🫩 my next post will be sukuna angst or fluff as an apology.

dividers were made by @muerdida

⤿ or Satoru Gojo would do anything you asked him to. Even if it meant he had to prove that he’s the most down bad man known to mankind.

word count: 1.2k

cw: tooth rotting fluff, inspired by i see the light from tangled, established relationship, proposal, mentions of marriage and proposals, use of terms of endearment such as love and dearie, gojo may be lightly ooc, gn!reader, reader is completely ambiguous and does not possess a description, reader is referred to by (Name) when spoken to, jjk cast mention, spoilers for disney’s tangled, spoilers for jjk 0 jjk s1, hidden inventory arc  and potential spoilers for jjk s2 pre shibuya, no fixed timeline.

Never in a million years did Satoru Gojo believe that he would ever be doing this.

But he did understand that he was doomed to pull off a stunt like this one day or another.

For Satoru was an incredibly whipped man, undone by you and every little thing you did.

Your comment had been completely said offhand, said between a random one of your shared weekly movie nights.

Your cheek was smooshed against his shoulder, a lazy throw blanket thrown over the booth of your legs.

But your eyes weren’t fixed on the giant, blue eyed sorcerer beside, much to his slight chagrin.

Instead, they were fixated on the tv, where Tangled happened to be playing.

If Satoru were being completely honest, he always loved it when you suggested watching children’s movies for your movie nights. Growing up, he never had much time to properly watch and experience the wonders of childhood bliss.

But with you, the literal love of his life, he found that time slowed down.

With you, Satoru could let down the barriers of being a sorcerer, and just be a human. Not a weapon, but someone with their own thoughts, insecurities, worries and dreams.

But unfortunately, something about tonight left him unable to concentrate on what was going on in the movie.

That something being you.

You see, Satoru had this odd habit of staring at you.

Sometimes you wondered if he was trying to see the essence of your soul.

But you never said anything, because it always felt right. It was like an unspoken language between you and him.

“You’re staring, love.” You said, lifting your gaze to meet his. “You know I can’t help it.” Was his reply, his lips curling into the cheeky grin that you’ve become so familiar with.

You both stayed like that for a few, silent moments, only to be interrupted by the tv loudly belting out the opening notes of “I see the light.” Lucky for you it happened to be your favourite part of the movie.

You rolled your eyes, your eyes drifting to the tv once more.

“You know, if you were to ever propose to me Flynn or should I say Eugene, style. I’d think that I was a real life Disney character.”

Your comment was meant to be a silly comment. Nothing more and nothing less.

But for a man like Satoru Gojo, the strongest, the honoured one, that was the beginning of an idea.

And unfortunately this man’s thought process can quickly spiral.

The first step to planning to a proposal is of course, securing a ring.

But it also happens to be the hardest.

Satoru had spent ages getting your ring size.

He tried bribing Shoko into checking your medical records, to which she said it would be impossible for them to contain the size of your ring finger.

So he came up with a solution.

This solution involved attaching a rope to the top of the small (but still lavish) chandelier in your shared bedroom, hoisting himself up to the roof like and dangling just above your sleep form.

Almost as though he was robbing a bank.

Was it completely unnecessary to do so just to delicately grab your finger and measure it? 

Absolutely. But it still worked out.

And now he finds himself in an even bigger mess.

The store clerk, a woman in her eighties or maybe even more, refused to sell him the ring he wanted.

It was a gorgeous ring, with a modest yet beautiful jewel as its center piece.

“Explain to me why I can’t buy this ring.” Satoru questioned, his eyes narrowing at the poor old lady. If he had to fight someone’s grandma, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“Someone else has placed him an order online dearie. We can’t just—“

“I’ll pay double, no tripple the price their paying!” Satoru was definitely getting a scolding from you once you saw your monthly bank statement.

But soon he was walking out of the shop with a small bag and a trip to the nearest bakery.

The second step to recreating your dream proposal was getting you to an actual floating lantern event.

Surprisingly, it was easy enough for Satoru to rent out a private lake near the actual public event. That way, you could see all the lanterns in the sky and release your very own, but in the comfort of your own privacy.

Yet, there was a minor issue, Satoru couldn’t paddle a boat.

And he had less than a week to learn how to, at least enough that he wouldn’t cause the wooden boat (which he rented) to flip over.

Satoru highly doubted that his students, Shoko and Ijichi would be of any help. 

So what other way than to have Nanami to help him! Even if it meant lying to man by saying he needed help setting up a picnic for you.

The younger man had always preferred you over your husband anyways, so he had agreed quite easily.

Nanami very much regrets ever doing so.

“Come on Nanamin! It’ll be a great bonding experience, don’t ya think?” Satoru exclaimed cheerfully as he tightened his life vest.

Let’s just say that it was a miracle Nanami didn’t get any serious medical injuries during this “bonding trip.”

Now, all he has to do was ask you the question. Four words that were meant to be little but suddenly carried way too much weight.

The plan was simple, it truly was:

Get you to the event

Buy you a lantern

Ensure you safely get into the boat and paddle into the heart of the lake

Release your lantern into the sky

Once you’re distracted, and only when you’re distracted, would he finally ask the words that were causing his heart to almost burst.

The first four steps were a piece of cake for Satoru. 

But he was absolutely shaken by following through with the last step.

Because if you said no, Satoru didn’t think he’d survive.

You were his everything.

From the very first day you met, Satoru knew that you were someone who would get to know him in ways no else could.

In ways even Suguru Geto never could.

So losing him, would quite literally destroy him.

Shoko knew what losing Suguru’s death did to him.

So what if he lost you?

Yet, as Satoru watched the way you leaned on the edge of the wooden boat, resting your chin against the railing, he felt his doubts disappear.

Because you loved Satoru as equally as he loved you.

So he slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet box he had hidden in his sock drawer for almost two weeks.

And as you slowly reached into the water; lifting a stray lantern into your palms before releasing it into the air, you turn excitedly to Satoru expecting him to be just as excited as you were.

Instead, you were met with a sight you’d swear you were never going to forget.

Because Satoru Gojo was holding out an open ring box with shaky hands and teary eyes, saying four words you’ve been dying to hear.

“Will you marry me?”

notes: posting this in compensation for the megumi fic i want to post because it didn’t turn out the way i wanted 😭 my favouritism is so obvious

g. satoru | curtain of grief angst, grief heavy, mentions of cancer, fem! reader VERY FCKING SAD wc: 2.2k

Grief is a funny thing, isn’t it?

It’s sudden and invasive, slipping into every memory and every corner of life until you can’t remember what life was like before it. It forces you to come to terms with your new reality, not allowing you to escape as it wraps it’s ugly claws around your heart and squeezes.

Satoru can’t remember when he came to terms with it.

At first, he believed he could outrun it. Like if he worked hard enough, it would leave him alone and find someone else to terrorize. If he left no time to think, then it wouldn’t invade his thoughts and corrupt his memories. It was then that he decided to ignore it. He filled his days with tedious tasks, took on special grade missions, drank an excessive amount, slept less…

It helped him avoid his mind. Erase the regrets and vicious thoughts floating around in his brain.

He just didn’t want to think.

Because then he would think about what he lost…who he lost….

And once his mind started to wander, it would never come back.

But that’s the thing about grief: it didn’t care what Satoru wanted. It didn’t need permission to invade his mind or ruin his thoughts. No, it was an intruder and it found that tiny sliver of weakness and forced it way through the front door.

And once it was in, it never left.

It had been four weeks since you were taken from him.

Four agonizing weeks of living in your absence. Only able to relive memories through pictures and videos.

He was still in denial that this was his new reality. That this wasn’t some fucked up dream his mind came up with.

Satoru wanted to go back, begged to go back, to before. Before his life had been stripped of all it’s color and beauty. Before when he had meaning. Before when he was happy.

But life is cruel like that. The universe wasn’t satisfied taking his best friend…no… it had to have his lover too.

It continued on without you. He continued on without you. Without Suguru. Without his two greatest loves. His two greatest losses. He didn’t want to go on without either of you. His heart was crying out - begging him to stop.

He didn’t feel like he deserved to go on like this. Like he didn’t deserve the life he was living. Not when the two of you didn’t even get the chance to live out yours…

“Hi sweetheart…” He whispered, voice broken and defeated.

Satoru sank to his knees in front of the small altar, not daring to look at it directly. He couldn’t. He couldn’t bare to see your face - frozen in time with a glowing, gentle smile.

Instead, his frosty blue eyes settled onto a packet of incense and the stub of a burnt-out stick. Someone else had been here before him. Probably Shoko. The two of you were like sisters after all.

Shakily, he moved to set a new one in place. His movements were slow and purposeful as if one wrong move would break him entirely.

The match flared. The small flame flickered as he lit the incense. Smoke immediately curled upwards. Selfishly, he hoped that the smoke carried the words he couldn’t bring himself to utter out loud.

It was a selfish and desperate thought, but he didn’t have the courage to speak his mind. Because if he did, then there was no reality where you would come back. It would make this too real. And he couldn’t handle that right now.

No.

Right now, he wasn’t the strongest jujutsu sorcerer blessed the six eyes. He wasn’t a strong, fearless man. No. He was a broken, hallow shell of himself.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Satoru forced his gaze to meet your frozen one.

And it killed him.

There you were. Frozen in time. Beautiful. Happy. Alive.

He sucked in a breath, almost choking. He wanted to look away. This was too painful for him, but he owed it to you. Even if it broke him.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to come see you…” He apologizes, voice breaking. “I didn’t-”

Satoru choked back a sob, “I didn’t think I could handle it…”

He paused.

He tried to swallow his emotions, as if forcing them back down would somehow make this whole thing easier, but something inside him forced them back up.

A cry erupted from his mouth - raw, violent, and angry. He slapped a hand over it, as if it would muffle the pain and make it easier to survive.

His body shook with grief, not allowing for an ounce of self-control. This wasn’t just grief for you. This was grief for him. For his old life. Before things got complicated and messy. It wasn’t fair. The pain wasn’t fair. The grief wasn’t fair. You were supposed to be here. It should have been him. He should have been the one to go, not you.

You were too kind for the world.

You had too many dreams to live out.

Too many wishes.

Wishes that Satoru now had to fulfill.

He remembered them all. They had becomes his dreams…his wishes…

Silenced filled the room as he stared at your portrait, tracing every detail.

He refused to forget you.

Your soft smile.

The kindness glimmering in your eyes.

The small dimple on your cheek.

Satoru committed every feature to memory, refusing to forget his beautiful girl.

“You know…” He whispered gently, his voice trembling from residual sadness, “I was so fucking angry at first…”

Satoru pauses. He inhales through his nose, trying to get a grip on his emotions before speaking his next words.

“At you. At your doctors… at whatever higher being was fucking with your life…” A humorless laugh escapes his lips.

“How could they have not done more for you? There’s always more they could have done. Different chemo, different medications… something to keep you here.” He clenches his jaw, anger bubbling under his skin.

“I should have pushed harder, made them look for an alternative.” Satoru sighs, “but you were so tired…exhausted from the chemo and you just stopped.” His voice softens.

“I suppose the universe was granting you a small act of mercy, right? That you didn’t die angry or at the hands of another.”

Maybe it was his imagination or the grief altering his brain, but he swore that your eyes softened. That the version of you in the portrait was trying to comfort him.

He sets his hand back in his lap, unsure of what else to say. A small chuckle echoes throughout the room.

“The night you died-” His voice shakes again, “-left… you yelled at me. Do you remember that? You told me that my eyes were going to pop out of my ‘ugly’ face if I kept staring at you like that. You were joking obviously.” He pauses.

“I know I’m a good looking son of a bitch.”

The joke died as soon as it slipped past his lips.

“…you were always thinking about me….taking care of me.” Satoru shook his head, trying to make sense of his rambling. “Now look at me…I’m practically withering away. I’m a mess sweetheart…” He admits.

“This isn’t a way for me to live is it?”

Clarity peeked out from behind his curtain of grief. He ran his hands down his face, rambling off sentences that even he didn’t fully understand.

“I think I’ve been living on autopilot, still alive. Still me…but also, not me, ya know?”

Satoru blinked back tears.

“I don’t know how much longer I can be like this…existing… going through the motions of what happened. I know I need to get myself together, start living again…but I don’t know how.”

A confession. A raw, honest, confession.

“It might take me awhile, so be patient with me, okay?” He asks, voice small and timid. “Don’t yell at me from beyond. Just give me some time…”

He presses two shaky fingers against his lips and then reaches out, pressing them against the cold glass that separates the two of you. He doesn’t pull his hand back right away. Satoru’s eyes stay focused on yours, searching for sign that you were heard him. His fingers linger against the cold glass, flat against its surface. He stays like that, only for a few more moments. The silence that surrounds him speaks louder than he ever could.

A few more minutes pass by before grief finally loosens its tight hold around his heart. It doesn’t let go, not completely. What once felt like a chain around his throat, now felt like a bittersweet hug. It stopped suffocating him and becomes something he can hold onto when the rest of the world threatens to fall away.

Satoru’s fingers slide down the glass, returning to his side. He remains still, taking in the moment. Finally, he stands, not breaking the eye contact between you, scared that he will forget what you look like.

“I love you.” He states firmly.

It’s the most confident he’s sounded in weeks. There’s no hesitation. Just the truth. He whispers a soft goodbye, taking one last look at your smiling face, before turning to leave.

Days turned into weeks which turned into months. Still, Satoru kept his promise. It wasn’t easy at first. Some days were better than others.

Some days, the grief stayed behind the curtain, peeking out just enough to make itself known. It watched as Satoru’s life breezed by only whispering remnants of what used to be. Other days, it reared it’s ugly head, tearing holes in the curtain and squeezing Satoru’s heart until it bled out.

Those days were the hardest. The days were when he missed you the most. But he lived through it. He survived. He was still strong and most importantly, he was still alive. He learned to recognize the patterns, when he would feel it the most, when the silence would outweigh the noise in his life.

But there were still moments where his heart ached so much that he felt like he was drowning. Like when your favorite song would come on, or when he caught whiffs of your favorite perfume, or when he would pass by your favorite cafe. But Satoru refused to push those feelings back down. He understood now that hiding them wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t make things easier. Now, he welcomed then because he knew no matter how much it hurt him or how much he wanted to cry, it was proof.

Proof that you lived a life full of love.

Proof that you did exist.

Proof that you left little pieces of yourself in the universe for Satoru to remember you by.

And slowly, piece by piece, Satoru began to see the joy in life again. It wasn’t healing - he knew that much. He knew he would never truly heal from your death. Grief didn’t work like that. Once it was there, it never left. People never outgrow their grief. They simply grow around it.

They use it as proof that you can survive, that beauty does come after loss. That you can live a full life full of beauty and happiness without feeling lost.

That realization came quietly for Satoru. It came in fragmented pieces that slowly pieced itself together, until he found himself not thinking about you every single moment of every day.

It was bittersweet, but he knew that it was what you would want for him. He knew that you would want him to move on and live his life. Try new things, meet new people…Love new people. He could almost hear you encouraging him - in your own fucked up type of way.

Cursing at him until he got up and moving.

So that’s what he did.

Because grief didn’t control his life. He did.

Years later, he met a woman.

He tried to stay away from her, but something about her reminded him of you. The way she made him smile even when his energy was low and unwilling. The way she filled the silence without uttering a word.

And when he realized that he was falling in love with her, he was terrified. Absolutely terrified.

Terrified that falling in love again meant losing you again. Or worse…letting you go.

But much like grief, love didn’t work the way he thought it did.

It didn’t replace anyone. It didn’t erase his feelings for you.

It multiplied.

It existed alongside what was there before, reshaped the negative emotions into something softer, something new and familiar. It pleaded with him - begged him - to hold grief in one hand and love in the other.

Grief was never a funny thing, was it? It was simply love that had lost its home…

a/n: I couldn't wait till the poll was over sorry !!! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I'm sorry if it hurt your hearts... Grief is not something I would ever wish on anyone - not even my worst enemy. It is a feeling that I am all too familiar with. It creeps up on you like a shadow and wears you down, even on your best days. If you are experiencing it, i'm so sorry. I am always open to talk or simply just listen if any of you need to rant or express your feelings. This is a judgement free zone! Anyways, on a lighter note, i hope you all enjoyed reading this and that it lived up to everyone's expectations for angst! as always, constructive criticism is welcome and my requests are ALWAYS open! (no serious give me something to write, pls im begging you)

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⤿ or modern au!sukuna doesn’t like anybody, but it’s different with you.

cw: fluff, heavily inspired by soft spot by keshi, sukuna and reader are implied to be in university but it isn’t too relevant, sukuna is a boxer in this au, uncle sukuna mentions, soft sukuna, potential ooc sukuna, gn!reader, reader possesses no true description and is completely up to your interpretation, potential spoilers for the entirety of jjk.

word count: 311

Sukuna Ryomen did not like people.

He preferred the comfort of solitude. His days spent on training, fighting and occasionally spending time with his twin brother Jin and his children, Yuji and Choso.

So perhaps saying Sukuna didn’t like people would be a lie. But it wasn’t as though he actively tried to deny the rumours that followed him around.

His eyes would narrow at anyone who bumped into him, eyeing them up and down as if he were trying to decide if they would be worth the effort.  He would glare at them as though he wouldn’t pologize mere seconds later.

He didn’t enjoy partying with his fellow peers, no matter how they begged. He preferred spending his time with things he deemed worthy of his time. Which wasn’t much.

But aside from his family, there was only one other person he loved being beside, you.

Sukuna hated how easy it felt with you.

To spend days together, even when you two couldn’t understand each other.

He wanted to do more than follow his simple routine.

So yes, Sukuna would wait hours in line to be the first one to buy your favourite pastry.

He would grumble underneath his breath, warning you that if you were to attend his matches you would see things you most likely wouldn’t want to see.

But he melts into your touch in the locker room as you quietly help him treat his injuries.

Sukuna may claim that your a nuisance when your asleep. That your drool is completely unhygienic and that your snores make it hard for him to even think.

Yet he makes no attempt to push you off of him when you fall asleep on him.

So perhaps Sukuna hated the majority of the world.

But his soft spot was you.

And between you and him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

notes: this definitely isn’t one of my favourite pieces of my writing but this idea has rotting in my mind for so long (°¯᷄◠¯᷅°) i apologize if sukuna is ooc!!