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The waitress didn't even flinch.
She picked up the glass, looked the guy dead in the eye, and splashed the entire thing in his face before the slap landed so clean across his cheek that half the bar erupted. Your table lost their minds.
"Someone has to do that." Suguru said immediately, already pointing.
"And who?" You asked.
Everyone looked at Sukuna.Β
He leaned back in his chair with the audacity of a man who had never once been humbled in his life. "Don't even think about it."
"Cβmon, don't be a pussy." Satoru said.Β
"Why don't you do it then?" Sukuna argued back.Β
"Because everyone here wants you to be put in your place."
And that sparked another argument among everyone at the table about who should do it. Sukuna pointed at Satoru, Satoru pointed at Choso, Choso pointed at Suguru, who pointed at Kento.
The girls exchanged mocking glances. Menβthey never change.
"Okay okay, let's settle this like men." Choso said. "Rock, paper, scissors. Loser gets the slap."
"I'm not playing that shit."
The guys started to insist, but he was stubborn about his decision until you decided to step in.
"Sukunaβ" Just his name, the way you said it when you wanted him to stop being difficult. He looked at you for a split second before exhaling through his nose and dropping his hand into the circle.
Everyone at the table cheered again.Β
The tension was palpable at that moment; the guys had a look of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were in a life-or-death battle rather than just playing a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. Although, in their minds, they were probably treating it as such.
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Suguru and Nanami are safe.Β
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Choso is safe.Β
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Everyone was losing their minds when Satoru and Sukuna were the last ones left.
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Everyone screamed.Β
God probably heard everyone's prayers.
Satoru, scissors. Sukuna, paper. Which felt less like coincidence and more like karma finally clocking in for its shift.
Sukuna sat with his jaw tight and that specific look on his face he only got when he was annoyed but had absolutely nothing to say about it, which was your second favorite expression on him. Your first was whatever was about to come next.
"Fine." He said, holding up one hand. The noise died down. "But Y/N's the one who does it."
You blinked. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Why me?"
He looked at you. That slow, unbothered slide of his eyes that somehow still managed to feel like a full assessment. The corner of his mouth pulled up.
"One, because I'm not letting a stranger slap me." He counted on his finger. "And two, because you've wanted to since the day you met me."
The table went quiet for exactly one second before the laughter started again.
The worst part was that he wasn't wrong.
You thought about every time he'd snatched something right out of your handβyour phone, your drink, a pen you were actively usingβand held it above your head like an overgrown middle schooler, making you jump for it while he laughed. The time he fell asleep during a movie you'd picked and then had the nerve to ask how it ended. The charger he'd borrowed that had since disappeared into whatever black hole he called an apartment. The way he used the wrong name on purpose just to watch you glare at him. The time he showed up forty minutes late to something you'd planned and walked in like he was doing everyone a favor just by existing.
And the smirking. God, the smirking. That lazy, unbothered smirk he gave you every time you got annoyed, like your irritation was the funniest thing he'd seen all week.
Yeah. You'd wanted to.
The waitress materialized at your shoulder like she'd been sent specifically for this moment. She set a shot of tequila and fresh glass of ice water on the table, looked at Sukuna, looked at you, and said: "Make it count, baby."
You picked up the glass.
Sukuna stood there with his arms crossed and that smirk still in place, so completely certain you were going to hesitate, so completely certain he already knew what you were going to do before you did itβthe same way he always did, about everything, always.Β
He sighed and picked up the shot, then gave you a mocking look before downing it in one go.
You threw the entire glass in his face before he could put the small glass back on the table.
The gasp from the table was immediate. The water hit him all at onceβhair, forehead, that stupidly pretty faceβand before he could process it, your palm connected with his cheek hard enough that his head turned.
Silence.
Then absolute chaos.
Sukuna stood perfectly still, jaw shifted slightly to one side, water dripping from his chin. He pressed his tongue slowly against his cheek. And then he looked at you.
You became very interested in the condition of your own hand.
The boys were screaming. Someone knocked over a drink. Satoru was actually crying. The waitress held up her palm and you slapped it on pure adrenaline, and for approximately forty-five seconds you felt like the most powerful person alive and absolutely did not look in Sukuna's direction, not even once, because you were celebrating and that was the only reason.
When you finally looked back, he was still watching you.
Not laughing with the others. Not wiping the water off his face. Just standing there with his, eyes on youβthe same way he'd looked right after the slap landed, like something had shifted and he was in no particular rush to look away from it. The noise was still there, Suguru losing his mind somewhere to your left, a glass still rolling across the floor, but none of it was quite loud enough to matter.
You knew the move. Say something sarcastic, look away, let it die the same way these moments always did between the two of you. You'd had enough practice.
Except he wasn't giving you the usual smirk. This was different. This was just him, wet and completely unbothered, looking at you like he was waiting to see what you'd do next.
You didn't look away.
Neither did he.
It lasted maybe four seconds. Maybe five. Long enough that you were definitely aware of it, long enough that he definitely was too, long enough that something warm settled at the base of your throat that had nothing to do with your drink.
Then his tongue pressed against his cheek one last time and the corner of his mouth pulled upβnot the full smirk, just the beginning of oneβand you got the distinct feeling he'd just filed this moment away somewhere useful.
Then Suguru's arm came down around your shoulders, telling you that you didn't know "you had it in you" and that it was the best slap he'd ever seen in his life, even though he'd been slapped several times. Sukuna was pushed aside by Satoru's arm, who couldn't stop laughing.
You heard Sukuna in the distance telling the waitress to do the same to Satoru, who quickly denied, and suddenly the whole group had a new victim and a new mission.Β
Minutes passed; the atmosphere at the table had calmed down, and the conversation had turned to school anecdotes. Sukuna had been pulled to the other side of the table, and you two hadn't looked at each other since. Which was fine, but he was probably still mad, and to say that you cared would be a lie. You knew Sukuna a little too well. You knew he wouldn't stay mad for longβhe was just that petty.
You took one last sip of your drink, and, needing a little more alcohol in your system, you turned and headed toward the bar. You asked the bartender for another mojito, and since he was a little busy, you knew it would take a few minutes.
"I have to admit, that slap was the hottest thing ever."Β
You looked to your right and saw Sukuna leaning against the bar, his eyes fixed on you.
"I didn't think of you as a masochist." You said, shifting your gaze to the TV behind the bartender. "You always gave me the vibe of a sadist."
"I can be both."
"Good to know."
You didn't even get a warning.
In the blink of an eye, Sukuna leaned toward youβhis mouth pressed at your ear before you fully registered he'd moved at all.
"Even though I liked it." His voice was low, unhurried. "You're gonna pay for that."
"You say that like it's supposed to scare me." You said in a low voice, trying not to let the closeness of his breath affect you.
"Never said anything about scaring you." A pause, just long enough. "Guess we'll figure out what I meant later."
The spank landed before you could respond. Flat and deliberate, hand to your ass like he had all the right in the world, and then he was gone. Already walking toward the table with his shirt still damp, hands in his pockets, not looking back once.
You stood very still. Completely in shock. And, to your misfortune, completely turned on.
It was the bartender placing your mojito in front of you that snapped you out of your trance.
You looked towards the table and found that Sukuna was already looking at you, and like the bastard he was, he winked at you as he took a sip of his beer continued his conversation with Shoko like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just said that directly into your ear. Like he hadn't just spanked you. Like the last three minutes were completely unremarkable to him.
Maybe they were. That was the thing about Sukunaβyou could never actually tell.
You picked up your drink. Put it back down. Picked it up again.
Then Choso arrived at your side, completely oblivious to the situation. "You okay?" He asked this as he ordered another drink for himself.
"Completely fine." You said.
You were not completely fine. You were, specifically, very aware of exactly how not fine you were, which was its own problem you'd have to deal with later. Privately. Far away from here.
You took a long sip and returned to the table.
It was going to be a long night.
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The waitress didn't even flinch.
She picked up the glass, looked the guy dead in the eye, and splashed the entire thing in his face before the slap landed so clean across his cheek that half the bar erupted. Your table lost their minds.
"Someone has to do that." Suguru said immediately, already pointing.
"And who?" You asked.
Everyone looked at Sukuna.Β
He leaned back in his chair with the audacity of a man who had never once been humbled in his life. "Don't even think about it."
"Cβmon, don't be a pussy." Satoru said.Β
"Why don't you do it then?" Sukuna argued back.Β
"Because everyone here wants you to be put in your place."
And that sparked another argument among everyone at the table about who should do it. Sukuna pointed at Satoru, Satoru pointed at Choso, Choso pointed at Suguru, who pointed at Kento.
The girls exchanged mocking glances. Menβthey never change.
"Okay okay, let's settle this like men." Choso said. "Rock, paper, scissors. Loser gets the slap."
"I'm not playing that shit."
The guys started to insist, but he was stubborn about his decision until you decided to step in.
"Sukunaβ" Just his name, the way you said it when you wanted him to stop being difficult. He looked at you for a split second before exhaling through his nose and dropping his hand into the circle.
Everyone at the table cheered again.Β
The tension was palpable at that moment; the guys had a look of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were in a life-or-death battle rather than just playing a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. Although, in their minds, they were probably treating it as such.
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Suguru and Nanami are safe.Β
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Choso is safe.Β
Everyone was losing their minds when Satoru and Sukuna were the last ones left.
Rock, paper, or scissors.
Everyone screamed.Β
God probably heard everyone's prayers.
Satoru, scissors. Sukuna, paper. Which felt less like coincidence and more like karma finally clocking in for its shift.
Sukuna sat with his jaw tight and that specific look on his face he only got when he was annoyed but had absolutely nothing to say about it, which was your second favorite expression on him. Your first was whatever was about to come next.
"Fine." He said, holding up one hand. The noise died down. "But Y/N's the one who does it."
You blinked. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Why me?"
He looked at you. That slow, unbothered slide of his eyes that somehow still managed to feel like a full assessment. The corner of his mouth pulled up.
"One, because I'm not letting a stranger slap me." He counted on his finger. "And two, because you've wanted to since the day you met me."
The table went quiet for exactly one second before the laughter started again.
The worst part was that he wasn't wrong.
You thought about every time he'd snatched something right out of your handβyour phone, your drink, a pen you were actively usingβand held it above your head like an overgrown middle schooler, making you jump for it while he laughed. The time he fell asleep during a movie you'd picked and then had the nerve to ask how it ended. The charger he'd borrowed that had since disappeared into whatever black hole he called an apartment. The way he used the wrong name on purpose just to watch you glare at him. The time he showed up forty minutes late to something you'd planned and walked in like he was doing everyone a favor just by existing.
And the smirking. God, the smirking. That lazy, unbothered smirk he gave you every time you got annoyed, like your irritation was the funniest thing he'd seen all week.
Yeah. You'd wanted to.
The waitress materialized at your shoulder like she'd been sent specifically for this moment. She set a shot of tequila and fresh glass of ice water on the table, looked at Sukuna, looked at you, and said: "Make it count, baby."
You picked up the glass.
Sukuna stood there with his arms crossed and that smirk still in place, so completely certain you were going to hesitate, so completely certain he already knew what you were going to do before you did itβthe same way he always did, about everything, always.Β
He sighed and picked up the shot, then gave you a mocking look before downing it in one go.
You threw the entire glass in his face before he could put the small glass back on the table.
The gasp from the table was immediate. The water hit him all at onceβhair, forehead, that stupidly pretty faceβand before he could process it, your palm connected with his cheek hard enough that his head turned.
Silence.
Then absolute chaos.
Sukuna stood perfectly still, jaw shifted slightly to one side, water dripping from his chin. He pressed his tongue slowly against his cheek. And then he looked at you.
You became very interested in the condition of your own hand.
The boys were screaming. Someone knocked over a drink. Satoru was actually crying. The waitress held up her palm and you slapped it on pure adrenaline, and for approximately forty-five seconds you felt like the most powerful person alive and absolutely did not look in Sukuna's direction, not even once, because you were celebrating and that was the only reason.
When you finally looked back, he was still watching you.
Not laughing with the others. Not wiping the water off his face. Just standing there with his, eyes on youβthe same way he'd looked right after the slap landed, like something had shifted and he was in no particular rush to look away from it. The noise was still there, Suguru losing his mind somewhere to your left, a glass still rolling across the floor, but none of it was quite loud enough to matter.
You knew the move. Say something sarcastic, look away, let it die the same way these moments always did between the two of you. You'd had enough practice.
Except he wasn't giving you the usual smirk. This was different. This was just him, wet and completely unbothered, looking at you like he was waiting to see what you'd do next.
You didn't look away.
Neither did he.
It lasted maybe four seconds. Maybe five. Long enough that you were definitely aware of it, long enough that he definitely was too, long enough that something warm settled at the base of your throat that had nothing to do with your drink.
Then his tongue pressed against his cheek one last time and the corner of his mouth pulled upβnot the full smirk, just the beginning of oneβand you got the distinct feeling he'd just filed this moment away somewhere useful.
Then Suguru's arm came down around your shoulders, telling you that you didn't know "you had it in you" and that it was the best slap he'd ever seen in his life, even though he'd been slapped several times. Sukuna was pushed aside by Satoru's arm, who couldn't stop laughing.
You heard Sukuna in the distance telling the waitress to do the same to Satoru, who quickly denied, and suddenly the whole group had a new victim and a new mission.Β
Minutes passed; the atmosphere at the table had calmed down, and the conversation had turned to school anecdotes. Sukuna had been pulled to the other side of the table, and you two hadn't looked at each other since. Which was fine, but he was probably still mad, and to say that you cared would be a lie. You knew Sukuna a little too well. You knew he wouldn't stay mad for longβhe was just that petty.
You took one last sip of your drink, and, needing a little more alcohol in your system, you turned and headed toward the bar. You asked the bartender for another mojito, and since he was a little busy, you knew it would take a few minutes.
"I have to admit, that slap was the hottest thing ever."Β
You looked to your right and saw Sukuna leaning against the bar, his eyes fixed on you.
"I didn't think of you as a masochist." You said, shifting your gaze to the TV behind the bartender. "You always gave me the vibe of a sadist."
"I can be both."
"Good to know."
You didn't even get a warning.
In the blink of an eye, Sukuna leaned toward youβhis mouth pressed at your ear before you fully registered he'd moved at all.
"Even though I liked it." His voice was low, unhurried. "You're gonna pay for that."
"You say that like it's supposed to scare me." You said in a low voice, trying not to let the closeness of his breath affect you.
"Never said anything about scaring you." A pause, just long enough. "Guess we'll figure out what I meant later."
The spank landed before you could respond. Flat and deliberate, hand to your ass like he had all the right in the world, and then he was gone. Already walking toward the table with his shirt still damp, hands in his pockets, not looking back once.
You stood very still. Completely in shock. And, to your misfortune, completely turned on.
It was the bartender placing your mojito in front of you that snapped you out of your trance.
You looked towards the table and found that Sukuna was already looking at you, and like the bastard he was, he winked at you as he took a sip of his beer continued his conversation with Shoko like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just said that directly into your ear. Like he hadn't just spanked you. Like the last three minutes were completely unremarkable to him.
Maybe they were. That was the thing about Sukunaβyou could never actually tell.
You picked up your drink. Put it back down. Picked it up again.
Then Choso arrived at your side, completely oblivious to the situation. "You okay?" He asked this as he ordered another drink for himself.
"Completely fine." You said.
You were not completely fine. You were, specifically, very aware of exactly how not fine you were, which was its own problem you'd have to deal with later. Privately. Far away from here.
You took a long sip and returned to the table.
It was going to be a long night.
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I wanna draw something for you so so badπ₯Ή
Fav character? (could really be anything I love drawing new things and challenging myself, but I do also love drawing jjk characters)
Favorite animal?
Literally anything I know I donβt have the most on my account. Iβm still new to posting my art because Iβm scared and anxious about showing my work, but Iβm really wanting to start getting out there and showing people and hoping that my art can bring others comfort and joy just as much as drawing brings me.π«Άπ»
oh my god this is actually the sweetest ask ever π i would absolutely LOVE that, are you kidding me?? first of all, please don't be scared to post your art! putting yourself out there is so brave and i promise you your work is going to bring people so much comfort and joy π₯Ίπ«Άπ»
to answer your questions!!
fav characters: i am a massive sakusa and geto fan (and since you mentioned loving jjk characters, geto is a huge win!) :))
fav animal: bears are 100% my absolute favorite animal
seriously, thank you so much for wanting to draw something for me. take your time, zero pressure at all, and i'm already so excited to see whatever you create!! welcome to posting your art, you're going to do amazing!! ππ
i have a long ass fic that i write purely for myself from time to time. itβs a whole series with rindou (following this fic with him btw), and honestly? i am obsessed with it lol. itβs my ultimate stress relief. it has so much unnecessary drama, gangster nonsense, and feels like a trashy tv show but it is just β¨homeβ¨ if you know what I mean
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Toji pulled up to Naoya's house around 4 PM and then sat in his car, staring at the steering wheel for about thirty minutes.
He looked down as he felt his phone vibrate for what must have been the tenth time.
Boss.
Also known as Dad. So, Toji rejected the call again. His father was the last person he needed to talk to right now. He didn't have the head or the patience to deal with that, especially when another worry was eating him alive right nowβhe needed to tell Megumi. Had to tell him before the news spread through the Zen'in clan like wildfire, before his son heard about his father's latest fuckup from someone else.
But how?
How did you explain to a kid that his life was about to change completely? That his dad had gotten someone pregnantβsomeone Megumi barely knewβand now they were getting married and there would be a new baby and a stepmother and everything was going to be different?
i would let him ruin my life and iβd thank him after
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OMG SANZU LOOKS SO GOOD AND YUMMY AND OMG MY PINK HAIRED BABY
choso spread my husband omg
Some writing advice I will never give up:
Your characters are allowed to be bad people. Your story is allowed to have no moral lesson.yyour ending is allowed to be sad. The villain can win. The good person can do something unforgivable. The lovers can destroy each other. You are allowed to write the thing that no one asked for and everything that everyone told you doesnβt work and you are allowed to not explain yourself.
Itβs your story. Burn it down if you want to.
Two things absolutely changed my life as a writer. You ready?
One- as OP said, your characters can be bad people, they can do bad things. There doesn't have to be a reason or a moral. You can make them bad if you want to. No other reason needed.
Two- it doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be written. On my last book i literally wrote the words "dumbest version" on the top of the page because I had seen some advice to do that. It changed everything. I stopped trying to make it perfect, I just tried to make it. Period. Full stop.
And honestly? Defiance is the best writing I've ever done. All because I let my characters be bad and I gave myself the freedom to write it badly.
nerdjo before it got too overwhelming with all the aus !!!!!
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