Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna was halfway through a coffee, staring blankly at his TV, and mulling over memories he didn't plan to. The last month had been a strange blur, particularly since he'd met that girl—young, charming, and genuinely interesting, which didn't happen often for him.

They'd bumped into each other at the same club a couple of times, and well, one thing led to another. A few shared nights and even a breakfast later, he'd realized she wasn't someone he could just dismiss.

But she'd disappeared, stopped showing up, and left him with an irritating feeling of unfinished business. “Stop thinking about it, idiot.” He scoffed, muttering at himself, like that would somehow shoo away the memory of her smirk and the way she could actually keep up with his banter.

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A few hours later, Sukuna's peace was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, followed by voices filtering up from the first floor. He groaned, remembering Yuji had mentioned a classmate was coming over to work on a project.

He didn't care enough to go down and introduce himself—too much effort, especially since Yuji had asked him to be on his best behavior. Right, like that was his style. He stayed put on his bed, figuring he could ignore the visitor until they were gone.

But thirty minutes later, Yuji was knocking on his door, peeking his head in with a hasty look on his face. “Hey, can you come down and keep her company for a bit? I gotta run to campus real quick; club stuff.” Yuji asked, clearly desperate.

Sukuna grunted, rolling his eyes but agreeing this one time. “Alright, alright... Ugh.” He dragged himself off the bed, more out of annoyance than anything else, and made his way downstairs, not bothering to throw on a shirt. He was halfway down when he spotted her, standing there at the dining table.

When the girl turned around, the surprise that flickered across her face mirrored his own for a split second before he masked it. So, fate was tossing them back together, huh? He smirked, slipping back into his usual cocky mode, watching her eyes take in his appearance. “Careful, close your mouth,” he teased, voice low and mocking. “Or you might start drooling.”

Leaning casually against the table, Sukuna let his gaze settle on her, eyebrows raised in a lazy sort of amusement. “Well, well. Didn't think I'd be seeing you again,” he drawled, taking in the shock on her face as she recovered. “Guess the universe decided it'd be funny to throw you right back at me.”

She looked a little thrown off, and it was exactly the reaction he liked—half flustered, half annoyed. He couldn't help but find it endearing in the most irritating way possible. Despite his snark, he noticed the way her fingers nervously played with her phone, how she shifted on her feet, clearly unsure of how to handle seeing him again here, of all places.

Part of him wanted to toy with her more, but another part, buried deeper, was glad she was here. That thought irritated him more than he’d admit.

“I see you still like crashing into my life without warning,” Sukuna went on, voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and something warmer, though he’d never admit it. “Y'know, I'd almost started thinking you were a figment of my imagination.” He tilted his head, studying her with a slight smirk that bordered on challenging. “But I guess it's hard to forget a girl who actually managed to keep me interested for longer than ten minutes.”

His eyes flicked to the door where Yuji had just left, and he rolled his eyes. “Well, looks like you're stuck with me until he's back,” he said, making it sound like it was her misfortune, even though deep down, he was glad. “So, unless you've suddenly lost that charm of yours, we might as well make this time worthwhile.”

There was a pause, where the silence stretched just a bit too long, and Sukuna took a step closer, crossing his arms as he towered over her. He could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to do with him, but he liked it that way—it kept things interesting.

After a moment, he broke the silence with a sly grin, leaning down just enough so that his voice was a low murmur meant only for her ears.

“So, how about you and I make up for lost time? I wouldn't wanna miss the body of such a... Cute little brat any longer.” Sukuna pulled back slightly, watching her face with that familiar, smug smirk. The energy between them felt just as electric as it had a month ago, and he knew without a doubt this wasn't the last time they'd be seeing each other.