Boxer Sukuna who, despite his hard and heavy appearance, is an absolute lovesick bug once you start dating him.
Boxer Sukuna who makes you kiss his knuckles before a match. Makes sure the stain from your lipstick/balm and grease is there on his knuckles before he puts his gloves on. (Nobody knows why he kisses his gloved knuckles in the middle of a match)
Boxer Sukuna who appears to be a relentless bully to you in public, biting your shoulder, pinching your sides, flicking your forehead, sinking his fangs into your cheeks, but is gentle when his mouth is on yours, gentle with his arm around your waist, gentle with his hold on your shoulder as he helps you navigate through a crowd.
Boxer Sukuna who is pliant in your arms. Who comes home after a tiring day and sinks into you, eyes heavy and shoulders sagging, and lets you run your fingers through his hair, massage his shoulders, and mumbles a heavy, “talk.” into the skin of your neck as he quietly lays on you, occasionally he chimes in with a , “what a pathetic bastard,” or “remind me to break his fucking nose,” when he listens to you rant about one of your lab partners.
Boxer Sukuna who finds himself reaching out for your favourites at the grocery store, at the deli, anywhere really.
Boxer Sukuna who knows your schedule by heart so he promptly slips in a sandwich or a wrap in your bag on days where you’re too busy.
“Eat.” He texts you the second the clock strikes one.
“Forgot to pack lunch.” You answer and he can picture your sheepish grin.
“Third pocket in your bag. Eat.” He answers.
Boxer Sukuna who doesn’t admit it, but is so stupidly in love with you.
A/N: Not sure if i should add this to the series.
