#veryasterly

frat!kuna who's hosting a party and immediately notices a new face in the crowd. it's you. he's never seen you at a frat party before and, damn, do you look good. he feels his ears go red as he takes in your appearance from across the room. tight leather skirt, black corset top, and knee high boots. it's different from you usually wear but he's not complaining.

frat!kuna waits for you to make your way into the kitchen before he introduces himself. what better way to start small talk with a pretty girl than helping her get a drink?

frat!kuna who's pleasantly surprised to find that you're easy to talk you and how you're fun to flirt with. it boosts his ego knowing the attraction is reciprocated. (little does he know that you've been stressed out of your mind and wanted to get laid with a hot man for some relief oop—)

frat!kuna who doesn't do relationships, but when he gets you alone in his room away from the party. he decides maybe he's a changed man. you're warm, soft and so pliant. so receptive to his touch. the little noises you make gets him going and he wonders what it would be like to hear that all the time. to feel your hands on him. to feel you call his name and stare right back at him with adoration in your eyes everyday. and not just in the bedroom.

frat!kuna is attentive to your needs and brings you a cold bottled water from his mini fridge. he opens the cap for you to take and goes into his bathroom. he comes back with a damp washcloth to wipe you down, peppering kisses on your stomach as he does so. his heart swells when he hears you giggle. he burrows his head into your neck. voice low and little pleading, asks that you stay the night and promises he doesn't snore. (he does, but only a little bit and that's not the point).

frat!kuna who watches as you debate whether or not to stay. and he can't help but lean into your touch when you press your palm into his cheek apologetically. you tell him you have a meeting with a student for a tutoring session tomorrow morning.

frat!kuna immediately fires back with a promise to turn on an alarm and grabs his phone to show you. he insists he'll wake up with you and insists on buying you coffee in the morning to bribe you. he collapses on top of your burrows back into your neck. he revels in the fingers that starting carding through his hair. he says it's his duty as a gentleman to not let a pretty woman go home by herself this late at night, but he's feeling rather spent after strenuous activities, so it only makes sense that you stay the night.

frat!kuna who grabs you a clean t-shirt to wear to bed after you reluctantly agree.

frat!kuna who brings your back closer to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist. a hand splaying across your midsection. his thumb absentmindedly rubs across the soft skin. the last thing he feels before he drifts off to sleep with his nose in the crown of your hair is the feeling of your lips pressing against his bicep you're using as a pillow.

frat!kuna realizes how much of a beast you are. he knew you were a busy bee, but goddamn, it's a miracle you're alive. he scrolls through your calendar: you do campus tours at least once a month, you're conducting bi-weekly meeting with the office of student, higher administration and your e-boards because you're on student council and some other—god knows how many—orgs, you designate at least 10 hours a week helping the english department with tutoring and professors with their grading, and you've recently taken on doing clinical research for some adjunct in the law department, professor higu-something. he doesn't remember.

frat!kuna is in awe. because you do all of this while keeping your grades up, maintaining your social life, and living by yourself. he comes from a family with money, so he can’t imagine what you went through to get where you are today. you’re beautiful, smart, funny, personable. god, how did he get lucky with someone like you being his life?

frat!kuna wants to become better for you. seeing how ambitious and hardworking you are makes him want to put more effort into school and reignite his passion for volleyball. he starts going to class on time. he pays attention. he gets more serious about practice and competitions. he parties less. he drinks less too. he has duties as the fraternity treasurer, but never stays longer than an hour.

frat!kuna has been slipping away from frat parties to spend time with you. he heads over to your apartment and orders in some food. sometimes, it's a movie night. other times, it a self-care face mask type of night. everything is going well until it isn't.

frat!kuna realizes you've been withdrawing. it's been a gradual change. you're saying no to spending time together. no to dates. you're taking longer to text. you're missing his calls. he starts freaking out. you haven't fought and when he tries to think of instances where he might've pissed you off, nothing comes to mind. things were going well for the past couple of weeks, so what went wrong?

frat!kuna decides to do what most men do when they fuck up: he buys a bouquet of your favorite flowers along with a bag of your favorite snacks from the convenience store. he gets to your apartment and knocks. you don't answer. he tries texting you if you're home. his message stays on delivered. he tries calling, you don't pick up.

frat!kuna cards a hand through his hair. it's 9:00pm, you should be home by now. he decides he'll wait. he hasn't caught a proper glimpse of your face in a week, he'll be damned if he leaves now. he decides to camp out by your door.

frat!kuna waits two hours until you finally make an appearance. he's ready to confront you and ask where the hell you've been and what the hell you've been doing out so late, but his voice gets caught in his throat when he sees you. "ryo?" his heart breaks. you look gaunt. you have heavy bags under your eyes. you looked shocked to see him and something in your face twists that makes him feel uneasy. when he sees your eyes tear up and your lips jut into a sad frown, he rushes to stand, leaving the snacks and the flowers on the floor. he's quick to pull you to his chest as you begin to wail. one palm lays heavy on your head and his other hand rubs soothing circles on your back.

frat!kuna peppers kisses on the crown of your head and he takes the keys from your hands. he quickly drops to the floor to pick up the bouquet and bag of snacks he got you. and he continues to hold you as he fiddles with the door key and waddles you both into the apartment.

frat!kuna who uses his hands to swipe away at the tears on your face between making you put down your bag and take off your jacket. he ushers you over to the couch, guides you to sit on his lap. he's hushing and cooing while wiping the tears away, thumb stroking the chin on your jaw lovingly. "hey what's wrong, baby?"

frat!kuna watches helplessly as you starting crying anew, pushing your face into the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him. "i'm tired and i can't do this anymore."

frat!kuna feels his heart stop, but his main priority is you right now. "hey, it's ok. what can't you do anymore?" you start crying harder. "i'm tired of being a girl-boss! i'm tried of working my ass off! i don't wanna do anything anymore!"

frat!kuna doesn't realize how much tension he was holding in his body until after you said that. he feels his body relax at your admission. christ. he's relieved to know that it's school you're fed up with and not him.

frat!kuna is flustered when you suddenly rip away from his neck, face in an angry scowl. "it's midterm season and suddenly no-one knows how to do shit anymore." your eyes are ablaze and he's thrown off by the whiplash. "why am i being bombarded about council events, budget meetings and stupid questions from freshmen that suddenly can't read their syllabus? i don't have time for bullshit right now," and just as quickly, your face changes as you sob again. his hands are resting on your hips, thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin where your shirt has risen up. "and why is professor higuruma suddenly assigning me to draft a motion? i'm not even in law school yet how the fuck am i supposed to know how to do that?" tears start flowing again and, if his guts serve him well, this is when he thinks he's able to comfort you now.

frat!kuna takes one hand and brings it back to your cheek, stroking your jaw. "shit, i'm sorry, baby. that's a lot. how can i help? what do you need from me right now?" your eyes are still bleary and you're frowning again. your voice is soft when you ask, "hold me?" he immediately spreads his legs, so you can sit between them. he turns your body so you're lying against his chest. you feel yourself calm down when you feel his heartbeat in your ears. the sound is grounding and the vibrations of his voice in his chest is also nice. "this ok?"

frat!kuna feels you nod. one arm wraps around your shoulders and his other arm his wrapped loosely by your ankles, gently patting. "that's all you need, baby? a hug?" he's resting his chin on your head when he hears you sniffle. "yea, i just want you close." he pulls you closer to him, "anything for my girl."

frat!kuna is peppering kisses into your hair when he hears you speak up again, "i missed you, ryo. i'm sorry for ignoring you these past few weeks." he keeps his voice gentle when he responds. "yea, what's up with that, sweets? why didn't you say anything if you were stressed? how'm i supposed to help my girl if you just go awol on me." you start sniffling again and your voice breaks when you say, "you've been busy with volleyball and i didn't wanna bother you."

frat!kuna who had one of his hands patting your calves suddenly brings it to rest on your cheek. "baby, look at me." you're stubborn and keep your face turned away. tears sting at your eyes again, you feel guilty and almost childish. you're a grown woman and it feels pathetic that you can't self soothe or regulate your own emotions. "come on, pretty. look at me please." he's patient and watches as you slowly face him. your face still in a perpetual frown, brows furrowed.

frat!kuna can't help himself when he lightly pecks your lips. "y/n, i'll never ever be too busy for you. ok?" he frowns when he sees your lower lip wobble. a thumb caresses your jaw. "broke my heart when you shut me out like that. thought you were gonna break up with me or somethin'" this time it's you who brings your hands to hold his face. it's as if the thought suddenly occurred to you. you had a habit of isolating yourself in times of stress, but your boyfriend hadn't known that. from his point of view, you'd just fallen off the face of the earth with no explanation. "oh ryo, i'm sorry." tears fall again and this time it's because you realize you've been a horrible girlfriend for neglecting him. "i never meant to make to feel that way." your thumbs caress at his jaw. "it's just been so overwhelming and i've felt like such a mess lately that i didn't want to bring that energy into the relationship and ruin any time i spent with you."

frat!kuna who pats your hair down from the top of your head all the way to your neck and repeats the motion. "what am i good for if you can't lean on me? i want all of you, ok? the good and the bad." "but what if the bad is really bad?"

frat!kuna scoffs. "baby, i know what i signed up for when i started dating the nerd of nerds. know i'm not smart like you, but damn, don't take me for an idiot."

frat!kuna breathes a sigh of relief and smiles fondly at you when he hears a light giggle leave your lips. he fishes for his phone and gives you a peck before he unlocks it. "now, come on. i bet you didn't eat dinner yet. whadd'ya want me to order?"

frat!kuna stays in with you for the rest of the night. he ushers you into the bathroom to take a hot shower while he gets you a clean set of pajamas. he grabs a towel from your closet and throws it in the dryer for a bit so it can be warm when you're done washing up.

frat!kuna who tries his best to blow dry your hair. he brushes from the bottom up, to catch any stray tangles. he steals kisses in between you putting on your toner and moisturizer. it's his personal mission to make you giggle for the rest of the night.

frat!kuna who promises to himself that he's gonna be more vigilant about your moods and behavior throughout the semester. if this was you during midterms, he couldn't imagine what finals season for you is going to be like. he's prepared to be a better boyfriend because he'll be damned if he lets you suffer alone like that again.

end notes: skipped the middle portion between the first ever date and being in an official relationship because i wanted to get straight to the parts i was most excited to write about when i start this series: domestic fluff & hurt/comfort :p writing this has been cathartic, but also stressful because i'm putting off my other works and real life responsibilities T~T hope y’all love reading it as much as i loved writing it <3

frat!yuta who immediately regrets rushing because somehow he's gotten roped into doing a kissing booth for charity at the university fair. apparently a form had gone out to the student body to determine the line up. students were allowed to vote for as many people as they wanted and could even nominate anyone not on the list. the final results? 483 votes for gojo satoru. 405 for sukuna ryomen. 391 votes for geto suguru. 376 for nanami kento. 312 for fushiguro toji. and coming in with 231 votes. okkotsu yuta. him. he was flabbergasted. his name hadn't even been one of the choices on the form. the 231 votes had come from 231 people who had went out of their way to physically type out his name.

frat!yuta who is horrified the day of the fair. men and women are buzzing about the kissing booth. the booth isn't even fully set up yet, but a line is already starting to form. it's as far as the eye can see. he's supposed to take turns with his brothers with two men alternating every hour, but he's dreading the thought of losing his first kiss to a complete stranger. he considered himself a romantic and had wanted to save it for a special someone and, before he realized, he had went on to university without having ever kissed a single person. and now, on this day, he'd be kissing nearly half the student body. good kami.

frat!yuta switches out with his cousin whose face is littered with pink and red lipstick marks all over his face. satoru claps a hand on his back and flashes him a thumbs up and a grin. "knock em out, tiger!" he gives his cousin a strained grin and a nod. the white haired man cackles and he mournfully watches his cousin walk off with pep in his step.

frat!yuta observes with a strange sense of relief people getting off the line as he takes a seat at the booth. they seem to beeline for sukuna whose been switched in after geto. and he doesn't know if he's imagining it, but the pink haired man's mood seems to sour watching his own line grow and yuta's line shrink.

frat!yuta turns his head to stifle a laugh when he feels a shadow cast over his face. he turns and looks up. his breath gets caught in his throat. it's you. the cute girl in his history elective class. so charming, so sweet. pretty eyes with pretty cheeks. gloss on your lips. "hi, yuta." kami, even your voice is so enchanting. and it hits him. you're here to kiss him. he feels his ears go hot and he stutters back a response, "h-hi, y/n." crap, that was so pathetic. he could shrivel up and die.

frat!yuta whose eyes go wide when you slap two 10,000 yen bills on the table. and he watches in awe as your own cheeks go red. "is this enough to relieve you of your duties?"

frat!yuta whose brain fizzles and sputters. then a voice cuts in, "20,000 yen?" he swivels to see the frat vice president, geto, behind him. "sure, that's enough to cover one shift." suguru is leaning over his shoulder to count the cash. his vice president shoots a smile at him and turns to you. "as long as you bring him back for the next hour, I don't have a problem with you taking yuta-kun." just as geto is about to collect the cash, his body reacts.

frat!yuta's hand shoots out to grab geto's wrist. "wait!" yuta pushes the bills back to you and fishes for his own wallet. if he gets to spend time with you, he'd treat you. not the other way around. yuta takes out all the cash he has on him: 578,000 yen. and hands the bills over to his vice president who has a single brow quirked at him. determination and sudden courage coursing through veins, he says, "please let me off for the rest of the day, geto-san!"

frat!yuta waits nervously as his vice president doesn't respond right away. his face remains impassive as he counts the bills yuta handed him. he still has the cash in his hands when he levels a stare at yuta and then levels a stare at you. he turns back to look at yuta. for whatever reason, yuta feels a cold sweat on his back. then after what feels like forever, geto crosses his arms and sighs dramatically. "alright, off with you lovebirds." he waves them dismissively. "I'll bring back satoru for your shift."

frat!yuta grins wide. "thank you!" he walks around to you and grabs your hand. his heart swells looking at you. you're smiling up at him, eyes bright and cheeks all pretty and pink. you're breathtaking. "let's leave before he changes his mind." he whispers conspiratorially. and runs off with you giggling behind him. in the distance, he hears sukuna go, "yo, what the fuck! let me buy my way outta this shit too!"

end notes: ugh, yuta is such an unproblematic cute pie! hope y’all love reading it as much as i loved writing it <3 (no beta, we die like jason todd!)

frat!kuna discovers utahime lied. there is a limit on how many tutoring appointments you can make. two per day. he decides to book the last two time slots under your name for the rest of the week. he decides that if your work day ends with him, it would be an easy way to wiggle into your routine.

frat!kuna shows up to your office hours with a takeaway drink holder containing 4 beverages. he flashes a grin at you. a hot black coffee if you preferred simple caffeine. an iced latte in case you wanted something cold. an iced strawberry matcha latte in case you wanted something more fun. and a mango smoothie in case you're trying to avoid caffeine altogether.

frat!kuna who feels his heart (and dick) jump when your face bursts into a wide smile, eyes shining with delight. you giggle as you watch him take each drink out of the holder. you're so moved by the gesture. the frat boy had quite the reputation on campus, but you didn't realize that he was such a sweetheart. "sukuna, you didn't need to do all of this. it's too much, can we even finish four drinks?" going out of his way to buy you four types of drinks in case you didn't like something, it was endearing. very endearing.

frat!kuna sticks a straw in the last drink and stares at you. deep crimson eyes meet your gaze. your breath stutters and you feel a heat creep up your neck. he's staring so intently and it doesn't help that he's hot. "ryomen." you snap out of your stupor and look at him with your brows furrowed. "sukuna's my old man. call me ryomen. and i wanted to do it, so don't worry your pretty head about it."

frat!kuna realizes he still has an effect on you when you turn your head away from him at the compliment. he sees the pink growing on your cheeks. god, you were so cute. it was gonna be the death of him. you clear your throat to the issue at hand. he came in and booked two sessions with you for the rest of the week. you use his first name when you ask him what courses he needs help in and he feels the butterflies in his stomach. he squashes down the memories from your night together when you whimpered his name. now was not the time to be horny.

frat!kuna takes out his laptop and admits he didn't need help with anything. you blink at him owlishly. "then why'd you double book sessions with me for the rest of the week?"

frat!kuna props his hand on his palm as he stares at you again. a fond smile painting his face. "just wanted to see you. you really make a man work for your attention, huh?" he watches with great mirth as your face plays out different reactions. "but i do have some work to do, so be my study buddy for the next two hours, yea?"

frat!kuna who ends up being a pleasant studying partner even if he himself gets no work done. he's too busy stealing glances at you. blue light glasses perched on your nose, strands of baby hair framing your face, the occasional lip biting when you look extra concentrated on a specific task. every now and then, you look up to catch him staring at you. he's shameless; he doesn't even bother pretending he hasn't been staring and flashes a grin your way. you smile back and stick your head back into your books before he can catch your cheeks go rosy. but it's too late, he seems them go pink anyway.

frat!kuna who watches you take a sip of the strawberry matcha latte and asks if he can try. "of course, you're the one that bought it." he admits he's never tried. how appealing could grass milk really be? you roll your eyes at him. there'd be no matcha slander in your presence. before you realize, he's taken a sip straight out of your straw. it's so stupid, but it makes your heart stutter. suddenly, it weighs in on you. he hijacked your time to study with you. brought you four beverages. and drank from your straw. the intimacy of it all was making you feel all warm and fuzzy. you can't help but wonder if he did that on purpose to mess with you. after all, taking a sip from your straw was the textbook definition of an indirect kiss.

frat!kuna takes his lips off the straw and ponders on the taste for a bit. huh, not bad. he wasn't sure if he'd prefer it over coffee, but he definitely got the hype. he realizes you've been opening and closing your mouth like a fish and asks, "you good?"

frat!kuna realizes when you grumble and ask why he didn't use the spare straws he brought. he pushes the drink back to you, enjoying the sight of you squirming. "woman, we had sex and you have a problem with me drinking from your straw?"

frat!kuna barks from laughter when you start sputtering. your face is red as you chuck an eraser at him. you miss and it falls somewhere in the corner of the room. "no need to be so crass," you hiss at him. though your response lacks any real bite, he thinks to himself. you're too flustered and it just makes you more adorable if anything.

frat!kuna basks in the aftermath. you seem to open up a bit more and even end up closing your textbooks. both of you end up not doing work for the rest of the time (not that he had been doing any to start with).

frat!kuna asks about your dreams, your goals. he asks about your hobbies, what you like and dislike. before either of you realize, you go over time. you've been enjoying each other's company for at least 3 hours. "shit, sorry, ryomen. i have to get back home. i have a 9:00am tomorrow."

frat!kuna asks you out to dinner. he says he knows a good hole-in-the-wall spot for udon and it's only a short walk from campus. he sees the inner turmoil on your face. "i feel bad for keeping you here past your regular hours. come on, let me treat you." you point out he brought 4 drinks earlier and that was plenty. "come on, doll," he rolls his eyes. "let's get some real food and i'll walk you home, yea?" your eyes narrow at him, wary. was this a date? "it is if it'll make you say yes."

frat!kuna motions for you to hand over your textbooks, insisting on carrying them for you. he promises to make it worth your while. and he does.

frat!kuna certainly knows how to romance a woman and make her feel special. he makes you stay on the inside of the sidewalk. he opens the door and pulls out your seat for you. he orders too many appetizers. pours your water when it's running low. and uses his thumb to wipe away the lil dot of sauce that's sitting on the corner of your lip.

frat!kuna watches you squirm and avert your gaze as he brings his thumb to lick away at the sauce. the way his tongue flicks out and deep crimson eyes stays level with your own gaze. god, it's so erotic. you hate to admit it but this is the best date you've been on. you don't remember the last time you felt so much chemistry with someone in years. you feel a weird sinking feeling in your stomach as you realize the implications that comes with the territory of catching feelings for someone. but you squash it down. for now, the udon is good. the veggie tempura is good. so is the view across the table. for now, you decide to push the feeling away and let yourself enjoy the moment. your heart flutters at the thought of seeing him again tomorrow for another 'tutoring session'.

frat!kuna getting antsy because he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you like a lovesick idiot. you exchanged phone numbers. there's some texting, but it's too infrequent for his liking.

frat!kuna decides he's desperate enough to confide in a mutual friend: shoko. he's been close with her since high school and he's seen you enough times in the uni cafeteria to deduce you're close to her and utahime. though confide is probably not the right word. bribing seems more appropriate.

frat!kuna buys shoko's favorite cigarettes and gets straight to the point: why the fuck were you always so hard to find and so hard to get a hold of? shoko insists you're just busy. not satisfied with her answer, he pulls out the second box of cigarettes from inside his jacket. he brought extra in case shoko was gonna be difficult. he chucks it at her head.

frat!kuna watches with growing irritation as shoko blows a curl of smoke in his face and doubles down: you're busy. he's about to swipe the box in her hand when she continues: you're busy because you're on the law track. you're busy because who have parents who can't support you, not because they don't want to, but because they come from modest means. you have a lot riding on your shoulders. you have a full tuition scholarship which provides a separate living stipend but it's not enough to cover rent or other utilities. jobs on campus pay well and you take on as much as you can to make ends meet.

frat!kuna tries to casually ask about your love life. shoko clocks him. she scoffs, "you're trash and she's not into dumpster diving."

frat!kuna curses at her. "oi, i know i don't have the greatest track record but you don't gotta be a dick." she shrugs at him. if he's serious about his intentions, utahime might be able to give him more information. (shoko realizes based on this interaction alone that ryomen may have genuine feelings for you. normally, that would be enough to vouch for him and send him your way, but as a girl's girl: she decides he needs to suffer a while longer for your affections. this is the funniest thing she's witnessed all semester and she'd be damned if she cut off her entertainment early.)

frat!kuna chases down utahime and bursts into her office where she's holding ta office hours. he presents an offering: a six-pack of beer. she quirks a thin eyebrow at him and tells him to buzz off. he sits down anyway because she doesn't have any students and it looks like she's just grading papers, aka nothing better to do in his opinion.

frat!kuna retells the tale of his predicament. he doesn't mention he went to shoko first. the two can find out and make fun of him about it later. he gets straight to the point and asks what your type is and how to win you over. utahime scoffs at him and goes cackling into a fit of laughter. it takes a minute to realize he's serious. then, she clears her throat and swipes at the tears in her eyes. she leans back and taps a pen at her chin in thought. "i'm gonna be straight with you. i don't know."

frat!kuna makes a face. "the fuck you mean you don't know?" utahime shrugs at him. it's not a topic of conversation that ever comes up, she says. you're busy from juggling so much, the last thing you'd want to add to your plate is a boyfriend.

frat!kuna balks at this admission. "don't girls talk about dudes and dating and stuff?" the woman scoffs and proceeds to chuck her pen at him. it hits him square in the forehead. "don't be a sexist prick. we've got better things to do than giggle about men all day." (utahime keeps to herself that while you've never expressed interest in dating, you've gone on tangents about how you were constantly pent up, but too tired of putting in the work to find someone to sleep around with. the market's been rough: the demand for men high, but the supply of quality ones low. utahime also keeps to herself that you may or may not have made comments about a certain pink haired frat brother.)

frat!kuna looks genuinely devastated to which she can't help but feel a tiny bit bad. utahime takes pity and throws him a bone. "i can't promise you anything, but women like y/n appreciate men who can take stress away from her life."

frat!kuna leans in as she continues: "she's dealing with so much as is, the last thing she would want is a man to make her life harder. you like her? find ways to maker her life easier."

frat!kuna goes quiet for a minute. possibilities and solutions racing through his mind. an idea hits him. he looks at utahime, "what's the limit on how many tutoring sessions someone can schedule with a ta?" the woman looks at him warily. "i don't think there is one. why?"

frat!kuna whistles as he makes his way out. "no reason. thanks for the help, utahime." and this is the beginning of how, for the first time since entering uni, ryomen was going to log on to the school's tutoring portal. he was going to take all the open slots under your name.