🤍 Angie 🤍

You don’t even look at him.

“Nothing," you mumble, a flat, clipped, lieee

His eye twitches.“Don’t give me that,” he mutters, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer, “you’ve been acting weird for the past hour”

You slam a drawer shut harder than necessary. “I said it’s nothing.”

and that’s it

That’s the moment it snaps, because Sukuna hates a lot of things, but being ignored by you might actually be at the top of the list

“You’re so damn annoying when you do this,” he snaps, voice rising, hands gesturing sharply. “Just say what’s wrong instead of stomping around like a pissed off kid”

Your head whips toward him.“Oh my god, I’m annoying? Maybe if you actually listened earlier, I wouldn’t have to repeat myself”

“you didn’t say anything earlier”

“yes i did”

“no you didn’t”

“YES I DID”

Now you’re both yelling. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy with frustration, and Sukuna feels his chest tighten, but he’s too far gone now

“Well, clearly it wasn’t important if you’re gonna sulk instead of saying it properly”

Your face falls for just a second...just a second, but he sees it, and suddenly he’s even more pissed

at you

at himself

at the fact that he noticed

“Fine,” you say, voice quieter now but sharper somehow. “Forget it. I don’t even care anymore,” you turn away from him again, and that silence comes back...worse this time

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but it’s weaker now

You don’t respond, that’s what really gets him. Not the yelling, not the attitude, it’s the way you just… shut him out, like he doesn’t matter

His jaw clenches, then he marches over, grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough that you can’t ignore him

“don’t do that,” he says, voice low

“do what”

“act like i’m not here”

You blink at him, still upset and stubborn. “Then stop acting like you don’t care”

and that hits

straight through all his anger, because he does. He cares too much actually, it’s irritating. His grip loosens a little, but he doesn’t let go

“I do care,” he mutters, almost like it annoys him to admit it

You huff, looking away. “You have a funny way of showing it”

He stares at you for a second, then clicks his tongue, frustrated. “You make it impossible sometimes”

“i’m not doing anything”

“exactly,” he shoots back, stepping closer. “you just shut down and expect me to magically know what’s wrong”

You hesitate, and that tiny hesitation is all he needs. "So tell me,” he says, softer now but still intense, “properly this time”

You chew your lip, still a little defensive. “… I was trying to tell you about something important earlier, and you just brushed me off”

his brows pull together “…when”

“when you were on your phone,” you mumble. “i kept talking and you just said ‘yeah’ without listening”

oh

ohhhhhh...

He actually remembers that, he just didn’t realise. “…tch”

He looks away for a second, annoyed at himself now, then back at you. You’re still upset, still a little hurt, arms crossed like you’re protecting yourself, and it does something to him, something soft, something he doesn’t like admitting.

“…fine,” he grumbles, letting go of your wrist only to grab your chin instead, tilting your face up so you have to look at him. “say it again”

you blink

“…what”

“the thing,” he says, quieter now. “i’m listening”

You study his face, like you’re trying to see if he’s serious.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself," but his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, and that gives him away.

You sigh, shoulders relaxing just a little “… It was just something about my day,” you admit. “It felt important at the time”

“then it is important,” he says immediately

You look surprised, which only makes him scowl. “Don’t look at me like that”

“…like what”

“like i said something weird”

You almost smile...(almost), and that’s when he knows the anger is gone from both of you. He exhales, pulling you closer by the waist this time, less force, more… habit.“Next time,” he mutters, resting his forehead briefly against yours, “don’t go all quiet like that. It pisses me off”

“maybe don’t ignore me then”

“…yeah, yeah”

You huff, but your hands come up to hold onto his shirt anyway, and after a second, he presses a quick, slightly awkward kiss to your forehead, like he’s not used to being gentle, but he’s trying

“Just talk to me,” he adds, quieter now. You nod against him, “…okay”

He squeezes your waist once, “good”

pause

“…so what happened in your day”

and this time

He actually listens