You tutor Sukuna at the library (1,235 words) by kunasmoochies 💋
Sukuna, for once, is early to his english class. ENG 331: Creative Writing has been instructed to meet at the library for one on one sessions with some of the tutors that work there.
Sukuna strolled in, wrote his name on the sign in sheet and waited for the rest of his class to show up. He plopped down by the computers, taking his phone out and waiting for his class to start.
Once the professor arrived and did quick housekeeping, Sukuna watches as everybody scatters to find a table to work with a tutor. Sukuna chooses a table that is out of the way, in the back by the printers. He watches everybody else talk about their papers with their tutor. Sukuna lounges in the busy library, his rough draft sitting at the table neglected. He didn't know he was waiting for you to walk in.
You pull a thin scarf away from your neck, unbuttoning your jacket as you rush to your table. The table that Sukuna is sitting at. You hold your breath as you place your bag down by your feet, putting your water bottle beside it. Sukuna looks at you, and you at him. You smile, but to your dismay- he just stares at you.
OK? You think to yourself. Is he just gonna sit here with his paper? He watches you settle and pull out a red pen, as well as a highlighter and sticky notes. You resolve yourself and speak first.
"Hello." You introduce yourself. "Is that your paper, can I read it?" you ask quietly, holding eye contact. He stares back, shurgging as he slides the paper over to you.
You let out a quick huff, then begin to read his paper. You're too engrossed in reading to notice that he's still staring at you, grabbing your scarf off the table to slide through his fingers. You're shocked at how well written it is. You can't help but comment on it.
"Sukuna, you are.. surprisingly good with your words… Did you write this yourself?" You ask quickly.
He nods, playing with the ends of your scarf as you read it. He tries to be nonchalant about it, but the praise makes him feel good. Confident, in a way that he usually isn't- not when it comes to academic matters. Not when it comes from somebody that seemingly doesn't want anything from him, somebody who doesn't gain anything from this interaction. Somebody he has just met, and for once has an urge to keep talking to.
He sits quietly, running your scarf in his hands. "It's a working draft. I'm only a few pages in." He says, trying to look unamused. The two of you sit at the table in silence; for the most part. You can't help but compliment each page as you read. You notice that by the time you're done with the first read through he now refuses to make eye contact with you. Is he embarassed? You think to yourself.
You click your pen a few times."There are minor things I would change. A few sentence structures, break some paragraphs up. If this is just the beginning of the paper; I cant wait to see what the rest looks like. I know it's early but.. this shouldn't earn you less than an A." You say to him. He shrugs again, slouching in his chair; still not making eye contact. It's weird for you to see him this modest.
You know of him - who he is on campus. It doesn't really bother you in any way. You know he's a frat bro, hosting parties at the house not too far off campus, strolling into his classes late- as if he had no care in the world. But with most of the frat house, you've heard the stories, seen the broken hearts. The girls on the campus line up to see Sukuna specifically, and then act heartbroken when they're kicked out of his bed. You wouldn't say he uses women- everything you've heard about is consensual and safe. But he doesn't really seem to have a use for girls outside of sleeping with them. He's never around the same girl for more than a week- he doesn't seem to have any friends either. Sukuna really stays to himself aside from the frat house.
"Hm, I guess you have to be well spoken. How else would you get all those girls huh?" You're shocked that those words come out your mouth. You know you shouldn't be making comments like that. But his reputation precedes him. And really, it's not a secret anyways. Everybody knows he's a playboy. whore. easy. Whatever you want to call it.
This time he looks at you, his eyes lively. He sits up, and pulls his chair closer to you, a smirk not quite on his face- but something akin to it.
"You've heard about me. How about I show you just who I am then?"
You can't help but roll your eyes and scoff at him. His cockiness makes you want to take back every compliment. You click your pen again, and get to work on his rough draft.
The session lasts about an hour. In that time you and Sukuna manage to do some work together. You run through some sentence fragments that you suggest he changes in his paper. Going over the red marks you leave on his draft. You two brainstorm a few more ideas for the direction of the rest of the paper. You give him some phrases to use when he's in the school database looking for articles to cite. He seems to be more invested in the class than you had initially assumed. It pleases you- seeing people interested in their schoolwork.
And for the most part, Sukuna is… really nice. Aside from the beginning blip, you're able to talk normally with him. You ask him about his major, why he picked this university, what classes he's taking this semester. He even ventures to ask you questions; and seems to ponder your answers.
Sure he slips in a few flirty remarks, but it is Sukuna, after all. You come to terms with the fact that you don't mind them. You kind of like that about him. He's witty and quick with his words. You both talk quietly, and Sukuna realizes he likes being around you.
You make him comfortable. He's never really this chatty- especially not with girls he's just met. He picks up his phone as you hand him back his paper, and he notices that the class is over. He's shocked himself that he's enjoyed most of the time here, with you.
"I can see why people like you, Sukuna." You say, as he stands up and stretches; signaling the end of the tutoring-turned-yap session. He smiles at your compliment as he slides his paper into his notebook. "I can show you another reason why they like me" he says, but this time his eyes don't meet yours.
You huff, take a sticky note and scrawl your email and tutoring schedule down quickly. "If you want some more help with that paper, or wanna let me know it goes, I'm always here" you say with a smile.
He grabs his water bottle, and leaves. It's not until you get up to refill your water bottle that you realize Sukuna has nabbed your scarf.
I had thoughts of turning this into a longer fanfic//adding a few parts. I guess this can be frat!sukuna but it doesn't really have any illusions to him being a frat bro. in my original draft it was a frat!kuna fic lol.
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