misa

sukuna won't admit he has a crush on you.

well, maybe... just a tiny crush. you're the sweetest girl he knew around, considerate, and the leader-type. not fit for someone like him. to be more specific, sukuna thinks you're weirded by him because of his looks, he has tons of piercings; in his ears, eyebrows, and chin, he even has tattoos around his arms.

but when he got the guts to finally ask you on a date? he didn't expect you to say yes.

he took off everything. his piercings and covered himself up to ease his tattoos.

but here you are, wore the same dark colors he would usually wear. styled yourself with accessories although you don't have piercings or tattoos yourself. it's far different from the usual pastel or light clothes you wore. while on the other hand, sukuna eased himself to match you.

it was awkward.

“you took off your piercings?” you questioned. looking at him closely. it's the first time you've seen him without it.

“i thought you didn't like it” sukuna looked away. feeling embarrassed.

“no! I—... I like it” you muttered and looked down on your feet. finally feeling the heat building on your cheeks.

it was silent. it was deafening. maybe you should've thought how to handle it beforehand. sukuna breaks the silence when he remembered the bouquet he bought earlier.

“i like your dress” he finally met your gaze, sukuna handed you the bouquet.

“especially the color.. it's my favorite” he continued and cleared his throat.

“i like your outfit too, ryo” you chuckled as he guided you to his car.

the date night went surprisingly well. sukuna kept asking if something happened for you to wear different style of clothes.

“i wanted to match you” you confessed.

“and so am i” he turned to you.

there was a pause, but you broke a laugh when you realized the situation.

“so... do you want to hang out again?” sukuna asked nervously.

“this saturday?”

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

“i dunno. hey, where do you think this piece goes?” valko holds up a small plastic building block—one of hundreds currently scattered across the living room carpet. today, he’s assembling a waterfall. another relic for your collection of nature-themed lego sets.

“hmm…probably right there, see?” you point toward a gray slab of rock. “the pattern at the top matches the one in your ha—wait. you don't know your birthday?”

“nope.” he clicks the pieces together, and his bushy tail swishes triumphantly. “before the pack took me in, i was out wandering alone. survival was more important than cake. thanks, by the way. i’ll be finished in no time. might even set a new record.” 

your heart aches a little, but you don’t let it show. “do you want a birthday?”

he snorts, and a pointy canine peeks out. “that a decision i can make?”

“i don’t see why not. it’s your life.”

“yeah?” he folds his arms across his broad chest, suddenly more interested in you than his toys. “let’s do one every day, then.”

“really? dog years don’t already age you enough? at that rate, you'll be nine hundred by next wednesday.” 

“eight hundred seventy-four chocolate cakes sound good to me. those’ll barely last me two days.”

humming skeptically, you slant your gaze at him and shake your head. “i don’t know if i can work with that age gap. anything over five hundred is just too risky for me.”

“okay, okay. you were the one who said i could pick,” he grumbles, though his eyes are alight with laughter. “…how about today, then?” 

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not? i’m having a pretty good day so far.” he watches you with something a lot like love, a rosy color coming to his cheeks. “couldn’t hurt to make it better.” 

“well, all right,” you breathe. right now, with him, you feel the same way. “today it is.”

he lets you ghost him if you want. he lets you have your little angry moment away at your apartment ignoring all of his texts and calls. he still messages you reminders to eat and sleep, and he knows you have meals he prepared in your fridge. you haven't gone on hunger strike yet, though he would step in and make you drop it if you did. he doesn't mind being the adult in this situation.

caleb doesn't even have to go get you. you come crawling back of your own accord, tears bubbling over and apologies on your lips as you curl up in his lap and beg for him to take you back. you can't survive without him, you have no one else to rely on, no other support system. if it weren't for him, you'd be spending your days alone in your apartment, rotting away. you're a charity case compared to someone like him, and you didn't realize how good you had it until you were left to stew in the possibility of everything being taken away from you.

and he takes you back with open arms. he always does. he tells you it's alright, he still loves you, he'll always love you, and he isn't mad at all. you just made a mistake and then corrected it by apologizing. he's warm and loving, holding you for as long as you want, making sure you feel better. that you associate coming back to him with a feeling of relief and safety. he doesn't even need to make empty promises; you spiraled for long enough that you began believing you were the one in the wrong all along for reacting the way you did. in your mind, you need to make it up to him, not the other way around.

Part 2 where I put Grace in the dress

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