Art of War !
pairings: fine arts major!sukuna x f! reader
synopsis: When a struggling fine arts major has a hard time finding a new muse for his last project, he was doomed. Until the universe did something magical, you appeared and everything changed.
tags: Sukuna is lowkey a creep in this, slight ooc suks, college au, eventual smut, part 2 is in the making, i suck at tags sorry :(!
a/n: yes the title is from the song “art of war” by Avenoir! also it’s 2am and I just finished this..
part 1 | part 2
due date:May 30th,11:59pm
Sukuna stares at the due date, he has 3 days to get this project done. Anyone else that isn’t a fine arts major must think—‘dude that’s so easy get your shit together’. Well to Sukuna it isn’t that easy when you have no muse to use for a project that’s most of your grade. Yes, he can easily get a new muse. With his intimidating but charming looks, it wasn’t so hard to find a woman that was willing to be painted like one of his French girls.
This time though, Sukuna wanted this painting to be special. He was exhausted from talking to random women just for them to desperately needing a good fuck. He wanted—no needed the perfect muse. He didn’t specifically know what the perfect muse meant, but once he finds one—he will definitely know. This longing for a new muse has became his mission. Look for the perfect person.
May 27th
Walking around the campus after classes just ended, most people returning back to their dorms. His legs walking at a quick pace—he has a job to do, and that job was to look for that damn muse. His inner thoughts constantly reminding him that he should start the project and just fuck looking for a muse. Oh well, that blank canvas can wait a little. His eyes roaming around the various parts of the campus. Eyeing down potential women, yeah he looked like an absolute creep but he has shit to do. Approaching multiple women, asking if they’re willing to be his muse and possibly even get paid. To Sukuna’s luck, today was not the day. All the potential women rejected his offer—damaging his ego in the slightest.
He is the Ryomen Sukuna—why would any woman ever reject such an offer from him. Plopping down onto a bench with a groan, he has decided his fate. He was doomed, arms resting on both legs as his head hangs low. “Fuck!”, his random outburst making people turn their heads—this was normal behavior from him. Lifting his head up about to head back, his eyes landed on you.
Bingo.
The universe must’ve twisted his fate because he had just found the perfect muse. A smirk plastered on his face as he grabs his camera and lines it up to his eye. “there you are..”
click!
The camera capturing you, sitting down on the bench across from Sukuna—your legs crossed, eyebrows furrowed, fixated on the book your reading. You were perfect, you’re the oh so perfect muse he’s been looking for. A thought lingering in Sukuna’s mind, he should just approach you like a normal person—but no. Deep down he knew this was too good to destroy. He knew there was a low possibility of you saying yes if he did approach you with such a cringe question. The camera making a quiet click sound as he takes numerous pictures of you from various angles.
Swiping through all the pictures he’s taken—he’s satisfied for now, but soon he will need more. Today felt like he hit the absolute jackpot, finding a beautiful woman to fit into the term of his own reference. This gorgeous reference was destined to be swiped onto all his blank canvases.
May 28th
Sukuna now had two days to complete this project. He already had enough pictures and references of you—but he just needed more. He craved for more, his mind not knowing where this sudden yearning came from. The desire to have you, painted onto his canvases. Imagining the look on your face when he shows you the finished product. The image of you sitting there so beautifully as he works his way with the paint. His mission was already accomplished, so he should start on the project. Though something is holding him back—which is you.
He finds himself at the same bench as yesterday, sneaking glances at you as he pretends to type something on his laptop. He’s actually just admiring the pictures he took yesterday—thinking about the ways he would illustrate all of it onto that canvas. Without your knowledge, he would snap quick pictures of you. When you looked away or too interested in your book, the faint repeating click sound of his camera. Today was not his good day,right when he was about to snap another photo—you looked straight at him.
“Oh shit.”
Quickly putting the camera down, pretending to type some random shit onto a google doc. His eyes going back to you, your eyes looking him up and down as your eyebrow rises up. Watching you put your book down as you walk towards him. Well shit, he might be fucked.
“Are you seriously taking fucking photos of me?”
Gosh that tone, your voice and tone matched you so well it was pretty.
He sighs, closing his laptop as he shoves the camera into his bag.
“Hello?! Delete those pics right now before I report you!”
“Fuck- look, I have this project coming up and I was in need of a good muse. I tried asking other people but they all shooed me away. And you showed up and you fit the job. Don’t get shit twisted”
Silence filled the air as you glared at the mean looking man.Looking him up and down, your eyes averting to his bulging muscles to the various piercings on his face. The man was super attractive—but why the fuck would he need a muse?
“What do you need a muse for?”
His eyes never looking away from yours as they glance down to your glossy lips.
“For my last painting, and that’s it. Shit— I’ll even pay you if you just be my muse.”
Looking down at your feet as you thought about the decision that was just given to you. Getting paid to sit there and look pretty? Not to mention a handsome man looking at you while playing with a little paintbrush. Pretty simple job.
You giggled as your vision was brought back to the man in front of you. This man was so weird it made you laugh. His eyebrow rising as he watches you smile like a maniac.
“Ya’know, you could’ve just asked me and I would’ve still said yes. “
His eyes slightly widening as a smirk was plastered onto his lips. Holy shit, he’s gonna pass this fucking project.
“So is that a yes,brat?”
“Yup! Though you gotta pay me $20 per hour—depending how many hours it takes.”
He chuckles as he swings his bag over his shoulder, beginning to walk towards the dorms.
“Yeah you fucking wish, you get what you get sweetheart. Hmmm maybe—$2 per hour?”
You yelled from a distance, “Oh fuck you! You weirdo!”
Sukuna felt at ease, his mission was officially accomplished.
