reqs open

you fling the heavy book closed and off your lap before you can even think as you jump.

he stares at the cover, face up lying on the hardwood floor, flicks his eyes back to you in your embarrassed state, then drops the bags of chips he’s brought up onto his dresser to pick his yearbook up from the floor.

he stares down at it like he wants to crush it then and there before asking, “did you see my photo?”

“…yes.” you say, looking up at him from his bed.

he stares back at you, then forms his hand into a point and walks towards you.

“you will forget it. you will forget my quote, my photo, my—”

“OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO CHECK YOUR QUOTE!”

you reach your hand out to try and grab for the book before his other hand grabs at your wrist midair, and holds the book above his head.

“no. i am going to burn this.”

“whyyyyy?” you whine staring up at him while he watches unamused. “you look cute!”

“i look weak. feeble and homely.” he deapans, but still flustered saying it, turning his face away from yours. “you shouldn’t see me that way.” his tan skin flushes a deep pink.

he grabs the chips off his dresser before tossing them over to you, then yanking open his bottom drawer and slamming the book shut in it.

“what? you wanna look all strong in front of me?” you tease from his bed while he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“you’re my girlfriend,” he says, before hopping onto his bed and yanking your lazing body on top of his, still with his face away from you in embarrassment. “i’d prefer to.”

“do you not want me to see cause some girl signed it?” you ask, knowing fully well he was a virgin with no history of a relationship before he met you, claiming he was ‘too good for those girls’.

he groans, now staring into your eyes, clearly annoyed.

“my nickname in school was ‘future cannibal’, do you truly believe i had women fawning over me?” he deadpans while you burst into laughter, dropping your head into the crevice of his neck.

“with all that hair gel i guess not.” you joke.

“you’ll find that funny until i find your yearbook and spread those photos around.”

e liked autumn best because summer was a busy time for him as a pro hero and winter felt too lonely after all the holidays passed, so it was the "good in-betweener". his words. also— he was a sucker for halloween. he told you that his mother sent him home with enough containers of homemade curry to feed him and all the people he knew, which made you giggle at the mental image. he has two sisters, one younger and one older. he says he's never felt like the middle child a day in his life because they all have such a close bond. his family must be really sweet based on the way he detailed endearing memories of them, you think.

letters made you both say whatever was on your minds and then forget about it for a few days. it was mildly inconvenient, at worst. honestly, it was a little stupid given that you both lived in the same city with perfectly functioning phones. which was exactly why you ruined it by asking for his number. it was the end of letter eighteen (or twenty, you weren't sure). the ache in your wrist from annotating case law made the idea of texting feel nearly seductive.

his response arrived three days later like clockwork. you sat at your desk, unfolded the letter, and immediately got to reading.

you reread his letter a couple times, giggling at his doodles. 

"cute." you said to yourself, trying not to smile.

there was something so boyish about the way he wrote to you that you couldn't help it. he was a pro hero, which should have made him intimidating in theory. he was trained to fight villains, handle disasters, and probably lift cars or something equally horrifying. yet here he was passionately defending the beauty of sending letters back and forth. truly acting like the top ambassador of snail mail.

the worst part was that he was right. you had expected to feel a little disappointed by the refusal, but it was more like being reminded that the strange rhythm you had with him existed because it was this way. texting would make everything too akin to a casual talking stage. oh god. you already were getting ahead of yourself. the smile that was on your lips falters a little. 

neither of you had even defined this relationship you had. you trace the part of the letter with your finger… lawyer pen pal. 

as swoon-worthy as the entire situation was to you, you weren't too keen on getting ahead of yourself and misreading his intentions. lots of rejection and over-romanticization has taught you well and good over the years. despite that, it was hard to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. you had told him things you hadn't told people you've known for forever. you shake the thoughts away.

you set the letter among the others in the old stationary box on your desk. the stack of cream envelopes inside was getting thick enough that you had to press the lid down a little harder to close it.

instead of responding, you forced yourself to shower and review more documents before bed because kami's case was unfortunately not going to be solved by you contemplating e's purely-platonic messages. 

when you finally crawled under your covers and stared up at your ceiling, tired as can be, your mind betrays you by drifting back to the anonymous pro hero. you were curious about what he looked like. you could deduce as an employed and self-proclaimed busy bee at his work, he's probably rather built. maybe tall, but you didn't care neither here nor there. mostly, you simply wondered what color his eyes were. back in your school days, a ton of your crushes had pretty eyes; your kryptonite.

but why would it matter—you didn't have a crush on him, so why were you thinking about it? you brushed off the daydream train as soon as it came. stop fawning over your pen pal's potentially mesmerizing eyes! you turned over in your bed with a small embarrassed huff to no one in particular.

you hesitated to sign it as you usually did after your mental spiral about his intentions with writing you. mystery girl made no sense anyways; you doubt many quirkless women with your name were lawyers in musutafu. 

his friends had ended up at kirishima's apartment after patrol, occupying nearly every available seat. bakugou had made the dinner that was slowly disappearing across kirishima's dining table. "someone's in love central."

he looked up. denki was pointing at him with his chopsticks.

"what? no."

"you're thinking about miss lawyer. i can feel it." sero snorts. "where, in your balls?" denki shoots a withered look towards him. "you're so weird, man."

kirishima rolled his eyes, reaching for another piece of grilled meat. "i was thinking about work, not her."

"liar," denki said immediately. "you've got the face."

"... what face?"

without looking up from her plate, mina chimed in. "it's the letter face."

bakugou clicked his tongue. "you idiots gave it a name?" 

mina nodded matter-of-fact-ly. kirishima's face pulled into a deadpan. "the what?"

"the letter face!" she finally looked at him. "you get all spacey and woo-woo, it's obvious you're thinking about your loooove letters." 

"i do not get all woo-woo!"

"you do," sero agreed.

kirishima gave up trying to defend himself. there was no point once they collectively decided on something. he reached for his drink instead, opting for silence.

"so," denki said. "what was her last letter about?" mina slaps him upside the head. "you can't ask him about his private stuff like that!" slowly, mina gives kirishima a curious grin. "but really… what did she write?"

kirishima rolled his eyes. "it was a lot of stuff about her private life, but she did ask me to trade numbers."

every conversation around the table stopped.

"...and?" mina asked. "i said i'd rather keep writing." sero and denki groan in unison.

bakugou nodded once. "good. no need for some random fangirl to leak your phone number to the internet." kirishima frowned. "she is most definitely not a fangirl."

"whatever dude. fangirl or not, you could've been texting a hot chick," denki whines.

mina snickers quietly to herself, shaking her head as she picked up her phone. the conversation drifted after that. denki started arguing that kirishima was intentionally making his own life more difficult, while bakugou insisted people survived perfectly fine before smartphones existed. sero contributed absolutely nothing useful beyond occasionally saying "that's crazy," regardless of which side he was pretending to support.

mina wasn't listening anymore. she had absentmindedly opened a browser while everyone argued, your first name still lingering in the back of her mind after seeing it on the envelope earlier. quirk discrimination lawyer, right? it couldn't hurt to see what kind of firm you worked at. her thumb hovered over the screen for a second before she typed. multiple results populated the screen. 

"hmm." nobody heard her, but she went on to the first link. the firm's homepage loaded almost immediately.

"hey, guys."

the conversation continued. she cleared her throat.

"AHEM, guys!"

denki stopped mid-sentence. everyone looked over. mina stared at her phone for another second before lifting her eyes mischievously toward kirishima.

"i think i found her," she says, sing-song like.

kirishima's brain short-circuited for a second. “found who, ‘her’?”

“miss lawyer! it's her, i'm ninety percent sure." mina held the sparkly pink phone up triumphantly. “mina, no.” he didn't move to take it. "you can't just look people up like that."

"she’s super gorgeous, by the way,” mina gushes, delighted at how easy it was. "totally could be a model." kirishima's frown deepened.

"oh my god—no way you're actually mad, are you?”

"i'm not mad, i just think it's weird to go looking for her before she wants me to see her!”

“you’re making it hard for the rest of us dudes, being so chivalrous,” sero said, "and also you’re lame if you aren’t a little curious.”

"i'm being a good person, sero. it's manly."

"you're being annoying," denki corrected, already leaning over mina's shoulder without asking anyone's permission. “c’mon mina, lemme see!”

"denki, move—"

"oh my GOD," denki said, way too loud for the room. “dude. she's so fucking pretty! i'm pissed. how the fuck does a random letter lead to this?!”

"it doesn't matter. she’ll show me when she’s ready.”

"you're the only man in this apartment who's ever turned down a glance at a pretty girl on principle. idiot," bakugou said, still not glancing up from his plate. kirishima's jaw drops at him. bakugo shrugs.

"kiri, even bakugou agrees," mina points.

"tch, i didn't agree with you! i said he's an idiot."

sero, who had clearly decided the debate portion of the evening was over, reached across the table and turned kirishima's whole head toward the phone by the jaw like he was adjusting a mannequin. "there. you've technically already seen it. might as well look properly now."

"you guys are so stubborn.”

“says you. look at the girl.”

his eyes flick to the screen.

it was just a staff photo. stiff, overlit, a photo every firm made its people take. ideally, it should make everyone look a little uglier than they were in person, but there you were: smiling, your eyes crinkling mid-moment, like someone off camera had said something funny right before the shutter clicked.

"yeah," kirishima said. "she's pretty." the table lost it immediately.

"THAT'S IT?" denki looked incredulous. "all you got is 'she's pretty'?"

"what do you want from me!"

"passion. feeling. use more words!"

"i have plenty of words, denki, i'm choosing not to use them right now!"

"veryyyy suspicious," mina said, already smug again.

bakugou ended it the only way he knows how. by chucking a fork at denki's head, enlisting a yelp from the poor blonde. "shut up! fuckin' irritating, the whole bunch of you. i'm eating."

denki rubs his head and sulks. "every single one of you is violent. violent i tell you."

mina slid her phone back into her pocket, entirely unbothered by having been yelled at. "i'm probs gonna find her insta later,"

"mina."

"keyword probably!"

kirishima went back to his food, ears warm, doing a very bad job of looking unbothered. it was going to be really hard to remove the image of you from his mind every time he's writing. he was already too smitten over you without knowing your face.

adjusting your pencil skirt exiting your car, you walk towards the entrance of the bright orange building. yuma told you this morning that fatgum's assistant emailed her back, and that he was ready to have a talk with you. 

you knew he was one of the best pro-heroes of your time. genuinely kind hearted, always involved in charity events and uplifting his fellow heroes. you were glad he was finally in good enough shape to come in to the office, at least. 

heroes and support staff were moving through the lobby like a whirlwind as you entered the complex. you were used to that atmosphere at hero-affiliated businesses. a couple minutes early, you decided to start reading over your notes while you waited at the front desk. suddenly, someone rounds the corner too fast and fully collides into you, knocking the documents out of your hands.

"geez, i'm so sorry!"

you stumbled backward, one heel slipping against the polished floor. you brace for the contact, but a large hand caught your upper arm before you could do so. the man had quick reflexes, whoever he was. "are you okay? i didn't hurt you, did i?" 

"i'm fine," you said automatically, looking down to regain your footing. then you looked up.

pro hero red riot was stood in front of you. arguably one of your favorite heroes but you weren't alone. children loved him. the elderly loved him. based on yuma's opinions, a terrifying number of women online loved him too. he was much larger in person than he appeared on television, which felt unfair considering he already looked particularly massive in interviews. his red hair was pulled away from his face in its usual sharp style, and he was dressed in black agency athletic-wear instead of his costume.

more notably, he looked horrified.

"i really didn't see you there," he continued. "not that you're hard to notice! you're obviously noticeable. i just meant i wasn't looking, which why would i be looking? wait, no—" the man was tripping over his words unlike anything you'd seen from him. wasn't he known to be a really charismatic guy..? oh well, pro-hero pr agents do work harder than the devil.

you blinked. "right."

"your papers!" 

he released your arm as if he had only just realized he was holding you and immediately crouched down. 

you knelt to help him gather the scattered documents, although he was moving with such frantic efficiency that there was barely anything left for you to pick up.

"you don't have to do all that," you told him. 

"no, it was my fault, i got it!"

he reached for one page at the same time you did, and your fingers brushed. red riot jerked his hand back hard enough to hit his elbow against the front desk, an audible thunk. the receptionist looked down at the commotion, mildly amused.

"ow, fuck!" you look at him with a concerned expression. count that the first time you heard red riot curse. "are you okay?" you asked.

"never better!" his voice cracked slightly.

you frowned, staring at him again. he seemed nice enough, if not a little strange. perhaps he was simply terrible around lawyers. then his gaze dropped to the front page of your files. your name and firm were printed clearly beneath the case heading, confirming his beliefs.

"thanks for helping. i wanted to know if you could show me to fatgum's office?"

something almost like understanding passed over his expression, although you couldn't imagine why. before you could question it, the elevator opened across the lobby and a sidekick called his hero name. red riot glanced over his shoulder.

“shoot, i’m sorry. i have to go lead patrol briefing," he said. “but hina will show you where it is.” he took two backward steps, towards the elevators doors. "and sorry again about nearly taking you out!”

you giggle. "i'll recover, big guy."

he smiled then, wide and warm enough that you finally understood some of yuma's ramblings. he does have some nice eyes. you watched him jog toward the elevator, narrowly avoid walking into a potted plant, and disappear behind the closing doors. what a strange man. 

you turned back toward the front desk. hina, the receptionist, was trying very hard not to burst out giggling.

“mr. fatgum is ready for you upstairs. just up and to the left." she said, pointing at the corridor.

you nod. "thank you."

fatgum's office was located on the highest floor of the agency, decorated with photographs, gifts from children, and framed newspaper clippings from his career. the man himself sat behind a wide desk, dressed casually with one arm still supported in a sling. he was in his normal form, a sharp contrast to the usual size of him you saw during villain fights. he looked a little thinner, probably due to the injury rest time.

"thanks for comin' all the way over," he greeted. "sorry i couldn't meet with ya sooner."

you give him a concerned smile. "please don't apologize. i'm glad you're recovering."

he chuckles. "slowly but surely, kid."

you took the seat across from him and opened your case folder. "your assistant mentioned the police returned the equipment."

fatgum's expression sobered. "yeah. they finished collectin' the forensics they needed from it. the thing's pretty torn up, but i figured you'd wanna see it anyways."

he pressed the intercom and asked someone to bring the evidence container in. "before we look at it, i'd like to go over the delivery," you said. "the report says the aegis frame arrived here two days before the accident." 

"that's right."

"who accepted it?"

"one of our support coordinators signed for the shipment, but i picked it up personally later."

you looked down at the report. "from hashima's courier?"

"not exactly." your pen paused.

fatgum leaned back carefully in his chair. "that's the strange part. i was supposed to get it straight from that young engineer that designed it. kami, i think her name was."

you looked up sharply. "but she didn't come."

"right. another email from hashima came the morning of the delivery sayin' the arrangement changed. told me to pick it up from another hashima employee at one of their satellite offices. i've never had to go out to get new equipment before."

a faint uneasiness crawled up your spine.

kami had never mentioned that she was expected to personally deliver the frame. according to her, the equipment had left her department after the final internal inspection. she believed it had gone directly to the agency through the usual shipping process.

"do you still have that email?"

he slid a printed copy across the desk. "my assistant pulled the whole thread for ya."

you scanned the first message. it appeared legitimate, right down to kami's professional signature and employee identification number. it matched the information that kami originally emailed you with her plea as well. so someone was using her credentials.

the second email, however, had been sent from a different internal hashima address. no name, just a jumble of letters and numbers. there was something oddly familiar about it. not the name itself. the department, perhaps. corporate relations and product reinforcement. you made a note beside it.

"did you speak with this employee?"

"briefly. he was a tall fella, dressed real sharp." he leaned towards you. "listen… off the record? the guy seemed like an asshole. he was actin' like he was in a hurry," fatgum recalled. "he said kami had been pulled into an emergency meeting and the team asked him to handle it."

"did he explain why the location changed?"

"nothing of the sort. was really in and out with giving me the gear. do you mind me asking why you're asking me questions if the police are investigating it already?" 

you give him a firm stare. "because i'm a quirk discrimination lawyer, i usually don't trust the initial investigation. i like to collect my own information, if that's okay."

fatgum raises his hands with a simple glance. "hey, i respect it. i'm willing to comply wherever possible."

the office door opened, and an agency member wheeled in a reinforced evidence case. fatgum nodded toward it.

"that's what's left of the frame."

once the latches were released, you stepped closer. the equipment inside hardly resembled the sleek silver structure from kami's blueprints and pictures. several sections had warped inward. the invisible plating had burned into a dark, glass-like substance around the joints, and internal wiring spilled out from the back of the structure. you pulled on the gloves provided by the police.

"which part failed first?"

"the left shoulder mechanism," fatgum explained. "it locked up when i used my quirk. then the chest plating started constricting instead of adjusting with it. the emergency releases didn't respond, and the rest is what everyone saw on the news." you crouched beside the container. something you noted while looking at the documents at home was that kami's original blueprints included three separate release systems. all of them were designed to function independently. even if someone had removed one during manufacturing, the other two should have activated. you examined the damaged control unit more closely. a part of the hardware control panel was blown open.

"was this panel open before the police recovered it?"

"as far as i know."

a row of screws along the edge caught your attention. most were damaged from the accident, the metal scratched and deformed. one was nearly untouched. newer than the others. you leaned closer. it was obvious someone had opened the control panel after the unit left kami assembled it.

"fatgum," you said carefully, "i'm going to need the original email files, not only printouts. the metadata is what i need. i also need security footage time stamps when you left the agency, the name of every employee who knew about the change, and the plate number of the car you used that day."

his face hardened.

"you think the handoff matters?"

"i'm telling you this because i trust you. but i know for a fact that kami didn't send either of these emails." you looked back at the second unfamiliar email. you shut the evidence case.

"and i think whoever gave this to you wanted everyone to believe she did."

fatgum's jaw tightened. "kid, i like you, and i want whoever did this to answer for it. but if what you’re saying is true..."

he reached into one of the folders on his desk and pulled out a business card, scribbling something before sliding it across to you.

"anything you need from my agency, you ask me directly. i don't care how inconvenient it is."

you looked down at the card before slipping it into your folder.

"thank you so much, fatgum."

"please, don't thank me yet." he shook his head. "i have a feeling you're going to need all the help you can get."

the man nods firmly after viewing the entirety of the footage clip. "thank you, hina. please send this to her as soon as you can." the little receptionist had a flash of mischief glimmer in her eyes. "mr. fatgum, can i show you something kinda funny?" 

he looks at her quizzically, but nods anyway. her fingers move rapidly and the time stamp from earlier this afternoon pulls up, where a certain red haired hero runs into you in the agency lobby. fatgum's eyes light up in recognition as he sees the awkward interaction of his second in charge bumbling about, trying to pick up the papers he spilled. 

hina's beside herself in a fit of giggles. "i don't know about you mr. fatgum, but i think kiri has a crush."

"huh. seems so."

guys i want fatgum

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You're sitting at the cafe with Akio, waiting for Nana and Himari to arrive. The two of you are chatting about life, but mostly about yours and Sukuna's interesting relationship.

"So, what's your verdict on him?" Akio asks you.

"Verdict? What is this court?" You give him a perplexed look.

"You heard me. What do you think of him at the moment. Any butterflies?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you cringe.

"You're asking the person who thinks feeling butterflies in your stomach are a myth," you give him a deadpan look, but he doesn't give up.

"That doesn't matter, even if isn't butterflies, I want to hear your opinion of him from your mouth," Akio is stubborn, determined to see your feelings and thoughts about Sukuna.

You sigh, giving up, "you just want to see my facial expressions so you can study me," he doesn't deny it, so you continue, "well, I think that he can still be a little bit of an ass, he still acts before thinking, and he still doesn't listen well."

"But..?" Akio pushes, he can see that you're hesitating to say more.

"But he's trying really hard to be better and I don't know what to think," you admit, fidgeting with your fingers and avoiding his gaze. Sukuna has been softer lately, less yelling, less glaring, his personality has done a small 180, though he does slip up sometimes. The most important thing is that he's trying. It's a weird change that blooms uncertainty in your chest.

"You don't have to think anything of it. All he's doing is trying to be a decent person. You don't automatically have to fall head over heels for him because of it. All that's happening is your opinion of him is changing and you are uncertain of how to navigate it because you're scared. Being scared of this change is okay, just keep track of his progress and keep watching him, then maybe you'll be less scared and you'll learn how to navigate it," Akio reassures you and you feel the weight lessen. He knows that you're scared of change, you prefer to keep a routine, which is why your jobs consists of following a routine.

"That is probably the most comforting thing you've said to me. Thank you," you glance back at him and give him a smile.

"I know. I'm the best, keep telling me that," at his statement, you roll your eyes. However, before you could respond, a voice calls out your name. You look over and are met with Yuji's bright eyes with Sukuna trailing behind him. Sukuna is glaring at Akio and you can tell he's holding his tongue. Akio averts his gaze and instead looks at Yuji, giving him a smile.

"Are you on a date?" Yuji innocently asks.

"No, I'm not. This is my very good friend, Akio. We're waiting for two more of our friends so we can go hang out," at your words, Sukuna's scowl softens and he pulls Yuji away, "you heard them, let's not bother them on their day off."

"Wait," Akio stops them, earning a glare from you, "come hang with us. None of us will mind." You resist the urge to punch him.

"Are you sure?" Sukuna asks skeptically.

"Positive," at Akio's words, he takes a seat with Yuji.

"Of course you say that, you guys live for the drama," you mutter under your breath.

"What was that?" Akio asks you.

"Nothing," you lie and he eyes you.

Eventually, Nana and Himari arrive, "sorry, the bus was being a pain in the ass," Himari says. Upon seeing Sukuna and Yuji, they give you a silent look to which you eye the culprit who pretends not to see it. They introduce themselves to Sukuna and Yuji and sit down.

"If you don't want us here, we can leave. I don't mind. After all, this was supposed to be a hangout for you guys," Sukuna looks back and forth between Nana and Himari before his eyes land on Nana who responds.

"No, stay. We want to get to know our precious friend's boss and the kid they look after," Nana gives Yuji a smile which he happily reciprocates. You curse all of them in your head, this is going to be a long day.

"Thank you for letting us crash then. What's the agenda for today?" Sukuna questions.

"We wanted to eat and then head to an arcade," Nana replies.

"Sounds fun, is that something you want to do, Yuji?" Sukuna looks at Yuji as he waits for a response.

Yuji thinks about it for a bit before saying, "yes, please, uncle Kuna."

"Alright then, we'll go," Sukuna ruffles Yuji's hair and gets up, "I'll go order food for us. What do you guys want?" The four of you try to protest, not wanting him to pay, but he cuts you all off. "Let me do this since you let us crash your hangout." You know that he's stubborn, so instead of arguing and wasting time, you give him your order, your friends following suit.

After he leaves, Yuji decides it was the best time to reintroduce himself, "Hi, I'm Yuji and I'm five years old. I live with my uncle Kuna, who really really likes them," he points to you with a grin on his face and before he could utter another word, you cover his mouth. However, the damage is already done. Your friends are giving you a look and you wished the ground would swallow you up.

You let go of Yuji's mouth and he apologetically says, "I'm sorry, was I not supposed to say that?"

"No, you're fine, Yuji. Don't worry about it. My friends are going to be annoying about it. It's not your fault," you reassure him and your friends quickly agree.

Sukuna makes him way back to you guys with everything in hand. He hands everyone their food and sits back down. "Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?" Sukuna looks at Yuji for an answer.

"No, uncle Kuna, but I think everyone is so nice," Yuji responds.

"That's good, Yuji, I'm glad," he pinches Yuji's cheek.

All of you finish eating and make your way to the arcade. "Uncle Kuna, hold my hand, please," Yuji holds his hand out to Sukuna and he takes it. Yuji then turns to you, "hold my hand too, please," he holds his hand out to you and you take it. Behind you, your friends are all giving each other a look and Nana takes a picture, grinning to herself.

Yuji happily hums to himself with you and Sukuna by his side, "It feels like we're a real family now," Yuji says. You and Sukuna don't disagree and Sukuna opts for a "yes, we are." Your friends' eyes widen and they mentally take note of it to tease you later.

You arrive at the arcade and Yuji runs off. "Hey! Don't run off, you'll get lost!" Sukuna yells.

"Don't worry about him, dude. We'll help look after him," Akio runs after Yuji.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. We got him," Nana walks behind Akio, giving you a wink.

"Have fun, you two." Himari pats you on the back, following behind.

"Guys, wait—" You try to trail after them, but Himari turns around and says, "Seriously, we got this. Have fun you two." Those traitors.

"Sorry about that, I'm going to try to get him back." Sukuna jogs after them and you watch him as he goes. From what you can see, the exchange isn't going too well. It looks like they're trying to keep Yuji hostage.

Sukuna makes his way back to you, "It looks like they're set on keeping Yuji for themselves," he looks around the arcade, "So what do you want to do?"

"Can we go to the claw machine first? I want that red panda in it," you ask him excitedly.

"Yeah, let's go." You lead the way and he follows you.

You take out your wallet to pay for the claw machine, but Sukuna holds your wrist, "I'll pay for it," he takes his wallet out. "Do you even have coins in there?" You ask him.

"Nope, but I can always exchange my cash for some coins at the counter, let's go," he drags you to the counter, not letting go of your wrist at all. He exchanges his cash for some coins and drags you back to the claw machine. "Here," he hands you the coins and you try to protest, but he stops you, "Think of it as an employee bonus." You eye him and sigh, deciding that arguing with him wasn't worth it.

"This is what I'm talking about when I say you don't listen," you whisper under your breath, taking the coins from his hand.

"What was that?" He gives you an amused look.

"Nothing," you put the coins in the slot and begin to guide the claw with the joystick to the red panda you want. You press the button and the claw goes down, but it doesn't grab the red panda, "No!" You try again and again until eventually you run out of coins.

"Bro, I'm telling you right now, this is rigged," you look at him.

"Let me try, wait right here," he goes back to the counter to exchange more coins and comes back. He puts the coins in and does the same thing you did. After his second try, he got it.

"No way! You got it! Oh my god, thank you!" You hug him and he stiffens, "I'm so sorry," you back up immediately and he hands you the plush.

"It's no problem, I'm glad I could make you happy," he gives you a soft smile, one that you find yourself reciprocating. The two of you just walk around before you stop him, "I want to try that shooting game," he glances at what you were talking about and agrees.

The two of you start the game up and he's surprisingly good. Guess he's not hostile for nothing, he is way too good at shooting at the monsters. The game ends and it's no surprise that he won. "Why the hell are you so good at shooting? Like what the hell," you say, exasperated.

"I've always been good at these games," he says.

"Of course you have," you roll your eyes at him.

"I think you're just bad."

"Excuse me? I'm decent, you're just too good."

"I beat you by 200 points."

Before you can retort, Himari runs up to you, "Okay, lovebirds, this is nice and all, but Yuji is hungry again."

"Of course he is," Sukuna sighs, "Let's go." He completely ignores the fact that Himari called you two lovebirds and you guys follow Himari back to the group.

"Uncle Kuna!" His face breaks out into a grin as he sees you too, "Look at what big brother Akio won me," he runs up to you and shows you. "That's a very cute dog plush, Yuji," you ruffle his hair.

"Thank you for getting that for him. How should I pay you back?" Sukuna asks Akio.

"You don't have to," Akio replies.

"But I want to."

"Seriously, you don't have to. Just keep on making them happy." It doesn't take a genius to know who he's referring to.

"Okay, boys. Let's go eat before Yuji starves," Nana says, grabbing Yuji's hand, "I know this delicious place that sells delicious udon."

Yuji's eyes sparkle, "I love udon," he exclaims.

"I'm glad, let's go then," Nana leads the way, you and Sukuna walking behind them with Himari and Akio behind you guys.

Dinner was a peaceful affair and Sukuna drove you all back home, with you being the last to be dropped off. "Thank you for today, Sukuna," you say before leaving the car.

"No, thank you guys, you've made Yuji and I happy today." At his words, you feel your face heat up and your heart beat just a bit faster.

"Of course, any time," you say as you exit the car. Upon seeing you enter your house, he drives off.

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