A voice pulls you from your thoughts. Seated across from you was Lucifer, working away at his desk while you occupied one of the wingback chairs in his study. He gave you an unamused look as you blinked, a face that clearly said, “Well?”

To be completely honest, you were staring—but not for the reasons one might assume.

His tie was crooked. That was all.

It bothered you far more than it should have, but you were feeling a little bashful today. The tie sat slightly loosened, leaning toward the left, and you couldn’t stop imagining how much better it’d look if it were fixed.

You didn’t answer Lucifer’s question. Instead, you set the files down on the coffee table before making your way to the side of his chair.

One of his brows arched at your unexpected actions. Though he acted as if your sudden proximity didn’t affect him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks said otherwise.

Reaching out carefully, you took hold of his collar. Lucifer went still, half—no, fully—expecting you to pull him in for a kiss.

Instead, your hands moved to his tie, straightening it exactly the way you’d been envisioning for the past hour.

“All done. It was crooked.”

“…Was that all?”

Softly resting your hands on his shoulders, you blinked.

“…Yes?”

You studied his expression. The disappointment written across his face was impossible to miss.

You couldn’t help but drag out the act a little longer—just to see how long Lucifer would remain vulnerable for you.

“…Nothing. I appreciate you fixing my tie. You may return to your work now,” he grumbled.

With a pleased little hum, you removed your hands from his shoulders.

Then, before stepping away, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

His eyes widened in surprise as you returned to your seat.

Adult f/o who's getting harassed by underaged yume but can't do or say anything about it because yume is just a "sweet innocent little kid" and "doesn't know what they're doing, doesn't mean it"

Underaged yume who knows this and keeps abusing and harassing f/o because of this

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most people think he's a dickhead.

some people think he's a tough case that will never be solved.

but only you know that beneath his harsh words, cold attitude and grumpy face that this is not all sukuna ryomen is made up of. you know that he has his heart in the right place yet struggles to express or reciprocate it to others.

the honour of dating a man like him and being in his presence for so long means that you pick on the things that most people would miss. you don't take his attitude or cold words to heart knowing that it's a built up defence that he's learned to maintain since childhood.

you pick up on the smalls things, when he's overwhelmed or frustrated, or maybe even now when there's something he's overthinking about.

you can tell not only by the crease that accompanies the middle of his brow but his unusual silence as the two of you watch a shitty romcom. usually, sukuna can't help but let out a few comments here and there about the terrible acting or the cast but this evening he remains silent as you lay on his chest.

you can also tell he's drowning in his thoughts through the repetitive circles that are being drawn on your arm. his eyes are on the screen but you can tell that he's thinking about something else, you're about halfway through the movie when you sneakily hit pause, worried by his silence.

it takes a gruff response out of him once he's realised the remote is in your hands.

"hey, I was watching that."

"kuna, you don't even know the plot."

you shuffle to turn around, keeping eye contact with him as you lay your chin on his chest.

"It's a shitty romcom how hard can this plot be?"

you breathe out a chuckle, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "I can tell your heart's not in it, you're not dissing the cast for their acting."

he breathes out through his nose, a non-verbally admitting that you're right.

you don't force him for an answer though, you simply open up your space to him.

"Y'know you can tell me anything right?"

"I know." He grumbles, avoiding eye contact with you, not out of guilt but out of the concept of not being used to a type of intimacy like this.

there's a pause, it's comforting and not foreboding at all. sukuna muses over his words, trying to decide whether to say anything or not.

"I'm just...thinking."

"about?"

"stupid scenarios."

"like what?"

just from your question the grip that he has around you tightens. it gives you a gilmpse of what may be running through his head.

he shrugs, "nonsensical things."

"if you know that they're stupid then you know not to give them the time of day, at least that's what you always tell me."

a smirk leaves his mouth, "stealing my phrases is it?"

"they work y'know? you should take your own advice sometimes."

"i know, i know." he huffs. the circles that he runs along your back is slower this time, evident that speaking to you has helped in the short while. he's grateful that he has someone like you by his side able to pick up on things that most people wouldn't be able to. even without saying a single word you can tell that he's not his usual self. there's a warmness

"i don't deserve you." he mutters, once you start up the film again.

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