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the Crush

characters: keiji akaashi x female reader x kotaro bokuto

genre: angst/comfort

introduction > chapter one

introduction

you don’t remember a time in your life where keiji akaashi wasn’t there. it was as if you had been tethered together by some invisible string since childhood, always knowing where the other would be, what the other would say.

the quiet little boy with the serious eyes who lived just two streets away from your house. your parents had met at some community event and decided that hey! their children should be friends. and to their credit, they weren’t wrong.

you grew up in a small, sleepy neighborhood with narrow streets and fading shop signs. summers were spent running through the alleys, playing hide and seek, or sitting under the giant camphor tree in the park. akaashi wasn’t the kind of boy to roughhouse or scream. he was quiet, always observing, always thinking. but when he laughed— rare as it was— it felt like finding a secret treasure.

by the time middle school rolled around, akaashi had found his passion: volleyball. and you weren’t really surprised. he’d always been meticulous and disciplined, traits that suited the sport, although you were betting on chess. he practiced for hours, and you would sit on the sidelines, sketchbook in hand, stealing glances at him between the scribbles. it was hard to not admire him— the way he moved with such precision, the way he quietly supported his teammates.

when you both got into fukurodani academy, it felt like the world had aligned perfectly. he made the volleyball team almost immediately, and somehow you found yourself volunteering as one of the managers. even though you wanted to be at the art club—but you felt like being close to akaashi wasn’t just a choice, it was something you needed, like breathing.

the gym always smelled like polished wood and sweat. most afternoons, you would sit on the sidelines, handling out towels or jotting down practice notes for the coach. akaashi was the setter, the steady hand that kept everything flowing smoothly. you admired the way he interacted with the team, especially bokuto, whose energy was both overwhelming and infectious.

“can you believe him?” akaashi asked you, as bokuto performed his fifth victory lap around the gym for a spike that hadn’t even ended the game.

you laughed as you hand him his water bottle. “is that why you’re grounding him?” you laughed, “you’re like the team’s compass.”

he gave you a small smile, one of those rare ones that made your chest tighten and your stomach full of butterflies.

“someone has to.” he spoke softly

it was in those quiet moments, those fleeting exchanges, that your feelings for him deepened. there were moments, too——like when he walked you home after late practices or stayed behind to help clean up. sometimes when you would drop something, he’d pick it up before you even bent down, his hands brushing yours.

in the end of the practice is when you decided that it was time…

the gym was empty except for akaashi and you, the sound of the volleyball machine’s beeping echoing faintly. your hands were clammy, and your heart was racing.

“keiji.” you called, trying to keep your voice steady.

he turned to you, his eyes calm and curious. “yes?”

you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. “there’s something i need to tell you.”

his expression softened. “go ahead.”

“i…” you took a shaky breath. “i like you, i’ve liked you for a long time.”

for a moment, he didnt say anything. the silence stretched, and you could feel your chest tightening with every second. you knew that something wasn’t right.

“i’m sorry.” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “i dont feel the same way.”

your knees felt weak, but you forced yourself to stand— is this what a heartbreak feels like?

“oh…” you managed to say, though it came out more like a breath than a word.

“i-it’s not you,” he stuttered, his tone gentle but firm. “you’re… important to me. but i…” he breathes again, “i like someone else.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you wanted to ask who it was, to demand why it couldn’t be you. but the words died in your throat, deep down, you didn’t want to know.

“i… i see.” you said softly, your voice trembling.

he hesitated, as if wanting to say more, but eventually, he just nodded. “i’m sorry.”

and he then left.

after finishing cleaning the gym after he was gone, you stared at the empty room. your chest felt hollow, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. finally, you stood and walked towards the exit, hoping that a little walk and the evening air would clear your head.

and that’s when you saw him. he was walking across the courtyard, his shoulder slightly hunched. halfway through, yukie, one of your friends, which is a team manager too, approached him. she placed a hand on his arm, concern written all over her face.

“are you okay?” you could almost hear her ask.

he nodded, and then—he smiled. it wasn’t his usual polite smile; it was soft, warm, and genuine. your breath caught as she pulled him into a quick hug, and he let her.

as they pulled apart, akaashi glanced back, his eyes meeting yours. for a second, neither of you moved your gaze. then understanding flickered in his gaze.

and that’s when it hit you. he is in love with her.

you stepped away and walk to the gym again. your knees finally giving out as you sank into the nearest chair. tears blurred your vision, but you didnt wipe them away.

you had wanted him to always be happy.

but now, watching him smile at someone else, you weren’t sure if your heart would ever feel whole again.

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Hey! If it’s okay, can I ask why Gojo made the bet with Sukuna? And was the bet to simply jsut date reader or to sleep with her?

First, I want to deeply apologize to those who have been waiting for the chapters. I can promise that I will be working on them. Unfortunately I am working at the moment and everything is a mess. But I can assure y’all that I haven’t forgotten about ‘The bet’. 🩷

I can’t answer your question right now because it would be a spoiler of why Gojo did what he did. 👀 (Clue: This story is very 2010 wattpad… that should tell you why 👀).

[kentobb]

Wait is the bet series finished 😭🥺

not yet. i have been resting haha <3

but theres going to be a new chapter tomorrow 🩷 (NVM)

[kentobb]

YOURE A FLIGHT ATTENDANT???? THATS SO COOL OMG :D

YES 🩷 Living my life in the skies <3

[kentobb]

part four has me giggling and blushing :’) so cute

Thank you 🥹🩷

[kentobb]

I was jsut wondering, in the end, do you see Gojo and Sukuna still being friends once all the drama is up? Also, I know I’m thinking very far ahead, but I think it’s be super interesting if reader after reader found out about the bet and leaves him, they don’t see each other again until years later when they work for a different company. Here you can get some enemies (one side) to lovers lol

I SEE U UNTO SOMETHING POOKIE

[kentobb]

hi <3 i’m currently resting on my off days. for those who don’t know, i’m a flight attendant. and that outage WAS A MESS. but either way, i was working on the parts of the bet and the new nanami series.

i will come back in a few days (in 6 days). i just need to rest for a little bit 🩷 i was stuck at the aiport for three days 😭

thank you for those who reached out. 🩷

also, yall can send any request (one shots) too! <3

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NANAMI GIRLIES ARE WINNING!

hello everyone! i just want to say THANK YOU. yesterday we reached 500 followers and i couldn’t be grateful for y’all’s support. as a special thank you for every single one of you, i am dropping another series while publishing the bet and presage. but this time, you guys have the option to choose which one would you prefer. <3

you can vote here. (the voting process will last a week) <3

also theres a brief summary in each series. :)

Sleeper agent (gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru)

In a world where trust is a luxury and secrets are currency, two elite secret agents uncover a shocking truth: their own organization, once seen as a force for good, is entangled in sinister deeds. Betrayed and outraged, they go rogue, vowing to bring down the corrupt institution. Amid the chaos, they rescue a brilliant and captivating secretary, who unknowingly holds the key to their mission. As danger looms and alliances shift, the agents realize their hidden feelings for her, igniting a passionate and perilous journey of love, betrayal, and redemption.

The grief ((nanami’s wife) widow! female reader x gojo satoru)

After the tragic death of your beloved husband, Nanami Kento, you find yourself pregnant and overwhelmed with grief. Gojo Satoru, Nanami’s best friend, steps in to support you through the heartache and the challenges of pregnancy. As he provides unwavering support, an unexpected bond forms between you, leading to a profound and heartfelt love story born from shared sorrow and new beginnings.

Remember me (nanami kento x bakerygirl! reader)

Working at a bustling bakery isn’t easy, but your days brighten whenever your favorite regular customer walks in for his usual order. Slowly, your daily interactions blossom into a heartfelt romance. Unbeknownst to you, he’s living a double life as a jujutsu sorcerer, facing dangers you could never imagine. As love grows between them, the secrets he keeps may either strengthen their bond or shatter their budding relationship. (this one is based on the manga itself… so you know how nanami ends…i’m just warning yall that this has pure angst).

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The Bet (Part Eight)

Characters: College!Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Angst. Breakup.

Author’s note: SAW YALLS COMMENT. ITAFUSHI MENTIONED!!! PERIOD!

Part One

Sukuna gently covered you with the blanket. He watched you for a moment, a soft smile on his face, before quietly getting up. He tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake you, and made his way to the living room.

Nobara was still knocked out on the couch, snoring softly. Sukuna shook his head with a small chuckle and went to dispose of the empty water bottle in the kitchen. Just as he finished, he heard the door open slowly. He turned to see Yuuji trying to sneak in quietly, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Sukuna.

"Shush," Sukuna whispered, pointing at Nobara who was sleeping on the couch. Yuuji nodded and tiptoed past her, following Sukuna into his room.

Once inside, Sukuna closed the door quietly and turned to Yuuji, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "It's 8 in the morning, dipshit. Where the hell were you?" Sukuna asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered. "I was at the party," he mumbled.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he noticed the hickey on Yuuji's neck. "Is that a souvenir?" he asked with a smirk, pointing at the mark.

Yuuji blushed and scowled. "Fuck off."

Sukuna chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mahito’s party finished hours ago, idiot. Where were you really?”

Yuuji sighed, knowing he was cornered. Sukuna’s smirk widened as he leaned in closer. "Come on, admit it. You were kissing the Hedgehog Head, weren't you?"

Yuuji’s eyes widened, and he spluttered. "Who?"

Sukuna laughed, enjoying his brother’s discomfort. "You know, the guy with the spiky hair. What’s his name... Megumi? Yeah, that’s it. You were kissing Megumi, weren’t you?"

Yuuji squirmed uncomfortably. "You’re so annoying" Yuuji said, clearly flustered. "Seriously, can we stop making this about me? What about you? Is she here with you?"

Sukuna's teasing grin softened into a genuine smile. "Yeah, she's here. But she is drunk.”

Yuuji placed a hand on Sukuna's shoulder, giving it a supportive squeeze. "Don’t worry. You will get to talk to her.”

"I will," Sukuna replied, his voice filled with determination. "She means everything to me."

As Sukuna started to walk away, he stopped in his tracks and turned back towards Yuuji, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, and Yuuji," he called out, "next time you see Megumi, ask him if his hair can pick up satellite TV. I swear, it looks like it gets better channels than Netflix."

Yuuji's eyes rolled back dramatically, and he let out an exaggerated groan. "Seriously, Sukuna? You need a new hobby."

Sukuna laughed, his grin widening. "Just saying.”

Yuuji shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go take care of your girlfriend."

Sukuna gave him a playful salute. "Will do. Enjoy your satellite reception."

As Sukuna headed back towards his room, he couldn't help but chuckle at Yuuji's exasperated expression. Re-entering the bedroom, he found you still sleeping peacefully. He climbed back into bed beside you, careful not to disturb you.

In the afternoon, you woke up feeling the effects of the hangover. Your stomach churned, and you were sweating and thirsty. As you shifted on the bed, you quickly recognized where you were. Sitting up, you felt the room spinning slightly. Sukuna woke up instantly at your movements, his protective instincts kicking in.

He saw the pallor of your face and immediately got worried. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, moving closer to you.

Before you could respond, the feeling of nausea overwhelmed you. Sukuna noticed the look of distress on your face and quickly grabbed the bucket he had placed next to the bed, anticipating this reaction. You leaned over the bucket and started to throw up.

Sukuna gently held your hair back, making sure it didn’t fall into your face and get dirty. His touch was soothing, and he spoke to you in a calm, reassuring voice. "It's okay, just let it out. I'm here with you. You're going to be okay."

You continued to retch, your body shaking with each heave. Sukuna's heart ached seeing you in such distress, but he stayed by your side, whispering words of comfort. "You're doing great. Just get it all out."

Eventually, the vomiting subsided, and you slumped back onto the bed, exhausted and shaky. Sukuna put the bucket aside and wiped your face gently with a tissue. He noticed the weakness of your limbs, how you seemed to barely hold yourself up. Gently, he took the bucket away and set it aside. Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom.

"You need a bath," he said softly, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to protest. Sukuna carefully set you down and began running a hot bath. The steam filled the room, creating a soothing atmosphere. He turned back to you, gently undressing you while trying to avert his eyes to respect your privacy. Once you were undressed, he helped you into the tub, the warm water immediately starting to work its magic on your aching muscles.

"I'll be right back," he murmured, quickly stepping out to grab a bottle of water. He returned in no time, sitting down beside the bathtub.

You looked tired and weak, your eyes heavy-lidded as you leaned back against the edge of the tub. Sukuna took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly.

"I… I don’t know" you whispered, the heat of the water helping to ease her discomfort.

Sukuna dipped his hand into the water and gently wet your hair, taking his time to be gentle. He massaged shampoo into your scalp, his fingers working through your hair with care. You closed your eyes, letting out a small sigh of relief as he worked. After thoroughly rinsing out the shampoo, he repeated the process with conditioner, making sure your hair was soft and clean.

Once he was finished, Sukuna took a large towel and helped you out of the tub, wrapping you in its warmth. He carried you back to the bedroom, your body limp with exhaustion. Gently setting you down, he rummaged through his drawers and found one of his sweatshirts and a pair of shorts for you to wear.

Turning his back to give you privacy, he handed you the clothes. "Here, put these on," he said. "I'll wait until you're dressed."

You managed a small smile despite your fatigue. "Thank you," you murmured, slipping into the oversized clothes. The sweatshirt hung loosely on you, and the shorts were a bit baggy, but they were comfortable.

"I'm done," you called softly.

Sukuna turned around and his heart melted at the sight of you in his clothes. You looked so small and cute, and there was something incredibly endearing about seeing you wrapped up in his things. "It looks comfy," he said with a gentle smile.

As both of you sat quietly on the bed, Sukuna watched you drink the water he had given you. You kept your gaze lowered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You seemed to be struggling with something, and after a few moments, you finally spoke up.

"I'm sorry for causing such a mess," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t mean to be a burden."

Sukuna's heart ached at your words. How could you ever think you were a burden to him? He looked at you, shocked and saddened by the weight of your feelings.

You continued, your eyes fixed on the floor. "It's been rough these past few weeks. I've tried moving on, tried to forget you, but it's been so…hard." You sighed, “I just wish…I wouldn’t have been a bet.”

He listened intently, his heart breaking with each word. He could see the pain etched in your features, the hurt you were carrying. Without thinking, he reached out and took your hand, his touch gentle but firm. You looked around the room, avoiding his gaze, too embarrassed to face him.

Sukuna squeezed your hand affectionately. "Look at me," he said softly. When you didn't respond, he repeated, his voice almost begging, "Please, look at me."

Finally, you lifted your head, your eyes brimming with tears. Sukuna felt a lump in his throat as he saw the raw emotion in your gaze. "You are not a burden to me," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. “And you were never just a bet to me.”

You tried to look away, but Sukuna gently cupped your chin, turning your face back to his. "Please, listen to me," he continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry for making you feel this way. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never meant to, but I did, and for that, I'm truly sorry.”

You started to cry, the tears spilling down your cheeks. Sukuna's heart shattered at the sight, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as you wept. "I love you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you so much. And I will spend every day proving that to you."

You clung to him, your body shaking with sobs. Sukuna held you tighter, his own tears mingling with yours. "You don't have to forgive me now, or tomorrow, or even the next day," he said softly. "Just please, give me a second chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of pain and hope. "I want to believe you," you whispered. "I want to believe in us." You sighed, “But how can I? If I was just… a bet.”

Sukuna wiped away your tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and loving. "We can start over," he said softly. "We can take it one day at a time. I will do everything I can to make things right, to earn your trust again."

You looked at him, your eyes filled with pain and tears. "I can't, Sukuna," you whispered, voice breaking. "Not right now… I can’t do it. I need some time…”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He watched as you stood up, tears streaming down your face. You began to gather your clothes and your purse, movements shaky and uncertain.

"No, please," Sukuna choked out, grabbing your arm as his own tears began to fall. He pulled you into a tight hug, both of them sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much."

You clung to him for a moment, hearts breaking together. You kissed him one last time, a desperate, tear-soaked kiss that spoke of everything you felt but couldn’t say.

Finally, you pulled away, eyes red and puffy. You walked to the door, steps heavy with sorrow. Sukuna felt his heart shatter as you closed the door behind you, leaving him alone in the room, unable to stand himself.

He sank to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. The silence of the room was deafening, echoing the emptiness he felt inside. He had lost you, and the weight of his mistakes crushed him, leaving him feeling broken and alone.

The next few days were hard for Sukuna. Not being able to see you, speak to you... it was breaking him. Every corner of his apartment reminded him of you, and the silence was unbearable. He found himself spending most of the summer at home, clinging to the few remnants of your presence.

The books you had accidentally left behind became his solace. He read them over and over, trying to understand the stories you loved, hoping to feel closer to you. Each page he turned felt like a connection to you, a thread that kept him from completely falling apart.

He didn't text you or call you anymore. He didn't want to seem annoying or desperate, even though his heart ached with every passing minute. The only thing that kept him going was the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could make things right when classes restarted.

As the days turned into weeks, the start of the new semester loomed closer. Sukuna's resolve grew stronger. He was determined to do anything in his power to take you back, to show you how much you meant to him and how deeply he regretted his mistakes.

He spent hours planning, thinking about what he could do to make you see how sincere he was. He practiced what he would say, how he would apologize, and how he would make it clear that he was willing to change for you. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to fight for you.

One evening, as the sun set and the sky turned shades of orange and pink, Sukuna sat on his balcony, a book in his lap. He glanced at his phone, tempted to send you a message, but he held back. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, whispering into the cool evening air, "I won't give up on us."

Classes started, and Sukuna found himself on campus early, anticipation and anxiety gnawing at him. He knew you would be there early too, probably heading to the library like you always did. Determined to see you, he made his way across the campus, his heart pounding with every step.

As he approached the library, he spotted you. But, you were walking with someone—Nanami. Sukuna stopped in his tracks, his heart sinking. He knew Nanami from when they used to be paired for homework assignments. Nanami was from the science club, always serious and diligent.

Sukuna's heart started beating faster, a mix of fear and jealousy gripping him. He watched from a distance, seeing the way you spoke to Nanami, the way your eyes brightened with enthusiasm. He knew that look; you were talking about something you loved.

He clenched his fists, feeling a pang of jealousy that he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to be the one making your eyes light up like that, the one you shared your passions with. But now, he felt paralyzed, too scared to approach you.

Nanami said something that made you laugh, and Sukuna's chest tightened. He knew he had no right to feel this way, not after what he had done. But the sight of you with someone else, someone who might understand you better, made him feel like he was losing you all over again.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. This was his chance to talk to you, to try to make things right. But seeing you with Nanami made him doubt himself. What if you were happier with Nanami? What if you had already moved on?

Sukuna stood there, torn between his fear and his longing. He watched as you walked into the library together, voices fading as you opened the door. He felt a knot in his stomach, unsure of what to do next.

So, he let his fear consume him.

He turned around and walked away, trying not to look back. His heart was heavy, and he felt a sense of defeat. You probably didn’t see him, right?, he thought, as he made his way out of the library.

What he didn't realize was that you had indeed seen him. You had noticed him standing there, the familiar figure of Sukuna who was always so confident, now looking hesitant and vulnerable. Your eyes followed his retreating form, a mix of emotions swirling inside you.

You glanced down at the watch on your wrist, noting the time. Sukuna was never this early. He liked to take his time, often arriving late, making an entrance with his usual swagger. But today, he had come early. For you. The realization hit you with a pang of bittersweet emotion.

As he walked away, you couldn't help but keep looking, your gaze fixed on his back. There was a part of you that wanted to call out to him, to tell him to stop and come back. But the hurt and confusion held you back, leaving you standing there, torn between your feelings.

Nanami, who had been observing your lost gaze, gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You snapped out of your trance, blinking as you turned to face him. "Yeah," you said softly, your voice unconvincing. "I'm just... I don't know."

Nanami nodded, understanding your unspoken turmoil. "It's okay to feel confused. It's a lot to process."

You sighed, looking back towards the door where Sukuna had disappeared. "He came early," you murmured, more to yourself than to Nanami. "He never comes early."

Nanami followed your gaze, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe he's trying to show you that he's changed," he suggested gently.

You looked at Nanami, your eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't know if I can believe that. Not yet."

Nanami gave you a reassuring smile. "Take your time. You'll figure it out. Just know that you don't have to rush into anything."

You nodded, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Nanami."

As you returned to the conversation, your thoughts kept drifting back to Sukuna. The way he had looked at you, the determination in his eyes, the fact that he had come early just to see you. It all weighed heavily on your mind.

[kentobb]

hello everyone! i just want to say THANK YOU. yesterday we reached 500 followers and i couldn’t be grateful for y’all’s support. as a special thank you for every single one of you, i am dropping another series while publishing the bet and presage. but this time, you guys have the option to choose which one would you prefer. <3

you can vote here. (the voting process will last a week) <3

also theres a brief summary in each series. :)

Sleeper agent (gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru)

In a world where trust is a luxury and secrets are currency, two elite secret agents uncover a shocking truth: their own organization, once seen as a force for good, is entangled in sinister deeds. Betrayed and outraged, they go rogue, vowing to bring down the corrupt institution. Amid the chaos, they rescue a brilliant and captivating secretary, who unknowingly holds the key to their mission. As danger looms and alliances shift, the agents realize their hidden feelings for her, igniting a passionate and perilous journey of love, betrayal, and redemption.

The grief ((nanami’s wife) widow! female reader x gojo satoru)

After the tragic death of your beloved husband, Nanami Kento, you find yourself pregnant and overwhelmed with grief. Gojo Satoru, Nanami’s best friend, steps in to support you through the heartache and the challenges of pregnancy. As he provides unwavering support, an unexpected bond forms between you, leading to a profound and heartfelt love story born from shared sorrow and new beginnings.

Remember me (nanami kento x bakerygirl! reader)

Working at a bustling bakery isn’t easy, but your days brighten whenever your favorite regular customer walks in for his usual order. Slowly, your daily interactions blossom into a heartfelt romance. Unbeknownst to you, he’s living a double life as a jujutsu sorcerer, facing dangers you could never imagine. As love grows between them, the secrets he keeps may either strengthen their bond or shatter their budding relationship. (this one is based on the manga itself… so you know how nanami ends…i’m just warning yall that this has pure angst).

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The Bet (Part Seven)

Characters: College! Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: *Sigh* Pure Angst, Jealousy, Alcohol, Mentions of Drunk people?, Foul Language, Suggestive, Smut (Theres not but theres a suggestive part so…might as well categorized it like that), etc.

Author’s Note: I know I said that I will see you guys in a few days. But I was in my break in the airplane and wrote this piece of art. 🩷 Next chapter in a few days. But let me know what you think is going to happened next :)

Part 01

Days passed, and everything seemed to spiral further into despair for Sukuna. He had tried calling you countless times, but each attempt was met with the same automated message: "Sorry, the person you're calling is not available. Please leave a message after the beep."

"Hey, it's me again…please, call me back. Let’s talk.” Sukuna's voice broke as he left yet another voicemail, the pain evident in his words. But there was no response. His text messages, too, were left on "delivered," never receiving a reply.

He clutched the heart locket you had returned to him in such pain, now worn around his own neck, a constant reminder of the love he had lost. Each day without you felt like an eternity, and the absence of your presence in his life was a gaping void that consumed him.

What hurt the most was that you hadn’t been attending class for the past week. He looked for you everywhere—your usual seat in the lecture hall, the library corner where you loved to study—but you were nowhere to be found. The halls felt emptier without you, and summer break loomed just around the corner, only amplifying his sense of urgency and despair.

His brothers had tried their best to comfort him. They sat with him, talked to him, tried to distract him with jokes and stories. But it was useless. Sukuna's mind was consumed with thoughts of you, replaying every moment you had shared, every word he wished he could take back.

Yuuji walked into Sukuna's room one evening, finding him sitting on his bed, staring at his phone. "Hey, any luck?" Yuuji asked, though he already knew the answer.

Sukuna shook his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "No. She’s not answering. I don't know what to do.”

Yuuji sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You just have to give her time, Sukuna. She needs to process everything.”

"But what if she never forgives me? What if I've lost her forever?" Sukuna's voice was barely a whisper, his fear palpable.

Choso joined them, leaning against the doorframe. "You haven't lost her yet. Just keep trying, keep showing her that you care. She'll come around."

Sukuna nodded, though his heart felt heavy. "I hope you're right."

Days turned into nights, each one blending into the next in a blur of unanswered calls and unspoken words. Sukuna spent his time going through the motions, attending practice, going to class, but his mind was always elsewhere. He found himself constantly touching the locket around his neck, seeking solace in its presence.

Summer break was only a weekend away, and the impending separation from the campus only added to his anxiety. He feared that the distance would only widen the gap between them, making it even harder to reach you.

One evening, as he sat alone in his room, Sukuna decided to leave one more message. "Hey, it's me. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again. I miss you so much. Please, call me back when you can. I love you."

He hung up, feeling the familiar ache in his chest. He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence of his room echoing his loneliness.

His brothers found him there, a picture of heartbreak. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to help him. Yuuji sat beside him, while Choso leaned against the wall, both trying to offer their silent support.

"We're here for you, Sukuna," Yuuji said softly. "No matter what happens."

Sukuna nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Thanks," he whispered, though he couldn't shake the overwhelming sadness that clung to him.

As the days crept closer to summer break, the weight of your absence grew heavier. Sukuna knew he had to find a way to make things right, but he felt lost, unsure of how to bridge the chasm that had formed between you.

He held onto the hope that you would eventually hear his messages, read his texts, and remember the love you had shared. Until then, he would keep trying, keep waiting, and keep believing that somehow, you could find the way back to each other.

One evening, just as he was about to send yet another unanswered message, there was a knock on his door. Sukuna hesitated, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear. When he opened the door, he found Gojo standing there, looking uncertain and hesitant.

"Sukuna," Gojo began, his voice wavering slightly. "Can I come in?”

For a moment, Sukuna stood still, his emotions swirling. He didn't know if he was mad at Gojo for telling Mei Mei, or if he was mad at the situation itself. But then he saw the genuine worry and regret in Gojo's eyes, and he managed a soft, weary smile. "Yeah, come in."

Gojo stepped inside, his usual confident demeanor replaced with a rare vulnerability. He sat down, fidgeting nervously. "Look, I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry. I messed up. I shouldn't have said anything to Mei Mei. I didn't think—"

Sukuna held up a hand, stopping him. "Don’t. It’s okay.”

Gojo's eyes widened in surprise. "You're not mad at me?"

Sukuna shook his head. "No, I'm not mad at you. I’m just... tired. Tired of everything. It was my fault too…”

Gojo's shoulders sagged with relief, but the guilt still lingered in his eyes. "I really am sorry, Sukuna. I never wanted to hurt you. You're my best friend."

Sukuna nodded, feeling a tightness in his chest. "I know, Gojo. I know. It's just been really hard."

There was a heavy silence between them, filled with unspoken words and shared pain. Finally, Gojo cleared his throat. "Look, I know this might not be the best time, but I think you need a break. Mahito's throwing a summer break party, and I think you should come."

Sukuna frowned, shaking his head. "I don't think that's a good idea. I don't feel like partying."

Gojo leaned forward, his eyes pleading. "Just think about it, okay? You need a distraction, something to take your mind off things, even if it's just for a little while."

Sukuna sighed, running a hand through his hair. The thought of going to a party felt overwhelming, but he couldn't deny that he needed to escape his own thoughts, if only for a few hours. "I don't know, Gojo..."

"Please," Gojo insisted, his voice softening. "Just give it a try. You don't have to stay long. Just come and see if it helps. You can't keep torturing yourself like this."

Sukuna hesitated, but the look in Gojo's eyes, filled with genuine concern and friendship, swayed him. He nodded slowly. "Just for a little while."

A smile broke out on Gojo's face, a mix of relief and hope. "That's all I ask. Thanks, bro."

As they prepared to leave for the party, Sukuna felt a small flicker of something he hadn't felt in days—a glimmer of hope. He knew that it wouldn't solve everything, but maybe, just maybe, it would help him start to heal.

Sukuna arrived at Mahito’s party, the pulsating music and thrumming energy immediately overwhelming his senses. The house was packed with people, bodies dancing against each other, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. He made his way to one of the sofas where his teammates were lounging, drinking and laughing. Yuuji and Choso were already there, engaged in animated conversation.

Sukuna plopped down on the sofa, grabbing a drink from the table in front of him. As he took a sip, he noticed several of his teammates with their girlfriends, their laughter and affectionate touches reminding him painfully of what he had lost. He felt a pang of hurt, wishing you were there with him, remembering how it felt to have you by his side.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, Sukuna found his gaze wandering toward the door. He watched idly as new arrivals trickled in, but then his heart nearly stopped when he saw who walked in.

First, there was a girl with fiery orange hair, wearing a stylish outfit that accentuated her bold personality—Nobara. She exuded confidence, her eyes scanning the room with an assertive gaze. Beside her was a tall, brooding figure with dark, messy hair—Megumi. His demeanor was quiet and reserved, yet there was a certain intensity in his eyes.

But it was the third person who made Sukuna’s breath catch in his throat. It was you.

His eyes widened, and his heart pounded in his chest. What are you doing here? This… this isn’t the place for you. Why would you be here?

You wore a stunning red dress that hugged your curves, the short hemline showing off your legs, and the neckline revealing just enough to make his mouth go dry. Your makeup was flawless, enhancing your natural beauty, and your hair was styled elegantly. You carried a small red purse, completing the look.

Sukuna could hardly believe his eyes. He had never seen you like this. You looked scared, nervous at your surroundings.

As you walked in, people turned to look at you, some even whistling appreciatively. Sukuna felt a surge of jealousy and protectiveness. He didn’t like the way others were looking at you, the way they seemed to undress you with their eyes.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, your attention focused on Nobara and Megumi as they led you toward the mini bar. Sukuna shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours.

Nobara, with her usual flair, seemed to be showing you the ropes, gesturing animatedly as she explained the different drinks. Sukuna’s mind raced. He knew you had never drunk alcohol in your life. This was all new to you, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were out of place, that you didn’t belong in this chaotic environment.

As he watched you, he felt a mix of emotions—jealousy, worry, longing. He wanted to protect you, to pull you away from the prying eyes and the potentially harmful influences. But he also knew he had no right to do so, not after what had happened.

Sukuna's eyes followed your every move, noting the way you hesitated before accepting a drink from Nobara, your expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He wanted to rush over, to tell you that you didn’t have to do this, but he stayed rooted to his seat, torn between his desire to see you and his fear of making things worse.

His teammates continued their banter, oblivious to his inner turmoil. Gojo, noticing his distracted state, leaned over and followed his gaze. “Isn’t that…?” Gojo trailed off, his eyes widening in realization.

“Yeah,” Sukuna replied, his voice tight. “It’s her.”

Gojo glanced back at Sukuna, his expression concerned. “What are you going to do?”

Sukuna didn’t answer immediately. He watched as you took a tentative sip of your drink, your face scrunching up at the unfamiliar taste. Nobara laughed, patting your on the back, while Megumi watched with an amused smirk.

Summoning his courage, Sukuna stood up and began to walk towards you. Nobara, sensing his approach, quickly stepped in front of you, blocking his path.

“She doesn’t want to speak to you,” Nobara said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his voice steady. “Who are you?”

Nobara glared at him, her stance protective. “She’s not your girlfriend anymore, Sukuna.”

Ignoring Nobara's words, Sukuna took another step closer, his determination unwavering. Just then, Megumi stepped in, his presence imposing. “You heard her. Back off,” Megumi said, trying to intimidate Sukuna.

Sukuna glanced at Megumi, a small, defiant smirk forming on his lips. “Nice hair, douchebag. Does it come with instructions?”

Megumi's eyes flashed with annoyance, but before he could retort, you spoke up, your voice cutting through the tension. “It’s okay.”

Nobara and Megumi exchanged worried glances, but reluctantly stepped aside, giving Sukuna the space to approach you. You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and something else he couldn’t quite place.

Sukuna took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I know you don’t want to talk to me.”

You glanced back at Nobara and Megumi, who gave you encouraging nods before moving a little farther away, giving you some privacy while still keeping a watchful eye.

“Oh wow” you said finally, your voice steady but guarded. “Did you figure that by yourself?”

The tension between you was palpable, and Sukuna struggled to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't believe you were here, dressed so beautifully, yet so different from the girl he had known. It was as if you had transformed overnight, and it hurt to see you this way—so distant and angry.

"Why are you here?" Sukuna asked, his voice edged with frustration. "This isn’t your scene."

You met his gaze defiantly, your eyes flashing with determination. "Isn’t that obvious? I came here to have fun.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. "To have fun? This isn't like you. You don’t need to change yourself to fit in here."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You don’t know me. You’re just some dude who got into my pants for what? A hundred bucks? Turns out I don’t know you either.”

As you turned to walk away, Sukuna instinctively reached out and grabbed your hand, trying to hold you back. "You do know me. And I know you. And I know that this… isn’t you.”

You yanked your arm away, your eyes cold and unyielding. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”

He looked at you angrily, his grip tightening for a moment before he let you go. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Go ahead and have your fun."

“Oh I will, just watch closely.” You turned your back on him, joining Nobara and Megumi, who had been watching the exchange with wary eyes. The party around you started to intensify, the music growing louder, the crowd more energetic. A popular song blasted through the speakers, and everyone began to dance.

Sukuna stood back, watching as you moved to the rhythm with Nobara. He saw you taking shot after shot, your laughter ringing out as you lost yourself in the moment. It was clear you were trying to drown out the pain, but it only made Sukuna more anxious. He didn’t touch a drop of alcohol, too focused on keeping an eye on you.

His anger simmered as he watched you, feeling helpless. This wasn’t you, he thought. This wasn’t the girl he fell in love with. You were trying to become someone else, someone he knew you wasn’t.

The party continued, and a group of boys from the soccer team entered, their presence adding to the already chaotic atmosphere. Among them was Ino, the team captain. Sukuna recognized him immediately—Ino was known for his charm and confidence, a guy who could have any girl he wanted.

Ino’s eyes landed on you, and Sukuna saw him asking around about you. His jaw clenched as he overheard bits of their conversation.

"Who’s she?" Ino asked one of his teammates, nodding in your direction. "I’ve never seen her before."

"Not sure," the teammate replied. "But damn, she’s hot. Definitely new."

Sukuna’s grip tightened on his drink, the plastic cup crumpling in his hand. He wanted to march over there, to tell Ino to back off, but he knew it would only make things worse.

Ino watched you make your way to the bar, probably asking for more shots for yourself and Nobara. His interest piqued, he took his own shot, quickly following you. Meanwhile, Sukuna stood at a distance, trying to control the storm of jealousy and anger brewing inside him. He kept his eyes fixed on you and Ino, his fists clenched tightly.

As Ino reached the bar, he slid up next to you with a charming smile. "Hey there," he said smoothly. "I don't think I've seen you around before. What's your name?"

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and alcohol. "This is my first party," you replied with a giggle.

Ino raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Your first party, huh? Well, you’re definitely making an impression."

You laughed, leaning in a bit closer. “Well, I hope so.” You said, your thoughts filled with alcohol.

Ino grinned, enjoying the attention. "Well, you’ve got the right idea. I’m Ino, by the way."

You smiled, eyes darting to where Sukuna stood, watching him intently. You saw the anger simmering in his gaze, and a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes. You wanted to provoke him, to make him react. You leaned in closer to Ino, whispering something in his ear that made him blush.

Sukuna saw this and felt his control slipping. He couldn't just stand there and watch you flirt with some guy. His jealousy and anger reached a boiling point, and he marched over to the bar, his eyes locked on you.

"Hey, what do you think you’re doing?" Sukuna demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Ino turned to face him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just having a conversation. Is that a problem, bro?"

You looked at Sukuna, your expression challenging. "We're just talking, Sukuna. Or do you have a problem with that?"

Sukuna’s jaw tightened. "Yeah, I do have a problem. I don't like seeing my girl flirt with some random guy."

Ino raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening. "Whoa, whoa. I didn’t know she was your girl. She didn’t mention anything about having a boyfriend."

You crossed your arms, leaning against the bar. "That's because I don’t. We’re not together anymore, remember? I would bet a hundred bucks that you do remember that.”

Sukuna took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “We may not be together right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to stand by and watch this."

Ino chuckled, clearly enjoying the tension. "Looks like you’ve got some competition, Sukuna. Maybe you should step up your game."

Sukuna’s eyes flashed with anger. "Back off, Ino. This isn’t a game."

Ino shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Whatever you say, man. But from where I’m standing, it looks like she’s having a good time without you, am I right princess?”

Sukuna's anger boiled over as he squared off with Ino. "Back off now, or I swear, I'll punch you," Sukuna threatened, his voice low and menacing.

Ino smirked, clearly unfazed. "You think you can intimidate me? Bring it on, man."

Their argument escalated, voices rising above the din of the party. You rolled your eyes at their macho display and decided to walk away, leaving the two boys to their petty fight. You made your way back to Nobara, who was already at the bar, affected by the alcohol as well.

Sukuna saw you leave, realizing what you successfully did, his anger boiling, he quickly turned away from Ino. Who cursed under his breath as Sukuna left him talking to himself, feeling the sting of being ignored.

At the bar, you started taking shots one after another, trying to drown your feelings in alcohol. The music thumped through your body, the lights blurring together as you downed another shot. Your head felt light, limbs heavy, and your vision wavered. You felt a strange mixture of euphoria and disorientation, the world spinning around you in a dizzying dance.

Everything felt distant, like you were floating. You laughed more freely, but there was a desperation to it, a need to escape the pain that lingered in your heart. You leaned on the bar for support, your mind foggy and your thoughts jumbled. You didn’t realize just how drunk you were, caught up in the haze of alcohol.

Sukuna watched you from across the room, his concern growing with every shot you took. He knew you were pushing yourself too far, and he couldn't stand by any longer. He made his way over to you, his heart pounding with worry.

"It's time to leave," Sukuna said firmly, his grip on your arm gentle but unyielding.

You tried to pull away from his grip, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. "No, I’m having fun. Let me go.”

Sukuna tightened his grip slightly, ensuring you couldn’t slip away. "You're drunk. You need to go home."

You stumbled, your balance unsteady. "I’m fine, let me go!" You slurred, your eyes struggling to focus on him.

Sukuna looked around for help and spotted Choso nearby. "Choso! I need your help," he called out.

Choso quickly made his way over, his concern evident. "What’s up?"

"Help me get Nobara. She’s drunk too," Sukuna said, nodding toward Nobara, who was barely standing.

Choso nodded and went to help Nobara, who leaned heavily on him, giggling uncontrollably. Sukuna kept a firm hold on you, guiding you carefully through the crowd. He searched for Yuuji, needing his help to manage the situation, but Yuuji was nowhere to be found.

Sukuna and Choso managed to get you and Nobara to his car. He gently placed you in the passenger seat, where you immediately fell asleep, head lolling against the window. Choso helped Nobara into the backseat, where she too quickly succumbed to sleep.

"Where the hell is Yuuji?" Sukuna muttered, frustration evident in his voice.

"Let’s look for him quickly," Choso suggested, scanning the crowd.

They headed back into the party, looking for any sign of Yuuji. Sukuna opened one of the doors, and his eyes widened at the sight of Yuuji and Megumi making out passionately. Neither of them noticed Sukuna, too wrapped up in each other.

Sukuna backed out quietly, closing the door behind him. He returned to Choso, shaking his head. "I couldn’t find him," he lied, unwilling to expose his brother's private moment.

Choso sighed. "Alright, let’s get them back to the dorm. I’ll text Yuuji and let him know."

They returned to the car, and Choso pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message to Yuuji: "We’re heading back to the dorm. Everyone’s safe. See you later."

Sukuna started the car and began the drive back to the dorms, the weight of the night pressing heavily on him. He glanced at your sleeping form beside him, his heart aching with regret and worry. He hoped that once you sobered up, you could talk properly, and he could begin to mend the rift between you.

Choso stayed silent during the ride, sensing Sukuna’s turmoil. The streets were quiet, the night air cool and soothing. When they finally reached the dorms, Sukuna parked and carefully carried you inside of his dorm, with Choso doing the same for Nobara.

Choso gently laid Nobara down on the sofa, tucking a blanket around her to keep her warm. He glanced over at Sukuna, who was carefully carrying you to his bed. Sukuna placed you down gently, pulling the blanket over you and brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Choso looked back at Nobara, shaking his head slightly. “Yuuji still isn’t answering,” he said, a hint of worry in his voice.

Sukuna smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “He was kind of busy,” he said teasingly.

Choso frowned in confusion but then shrugged it off, too tired to ask for clarification. He put a glass of water and some ibuprofen on the coffee table for Nobara for when she woke up. “She’s going to need this in the morning,” he muttered.

Sukuna nodded, grateful for his brother’s thoughtfulness. “Thanks, Choso.”

With a sigh, Sukuna made his way back to his room, pausing at the doorway. He saw you sitting up in his bed, looking around the room with bleary eyes. You were clearly still drunk, your movements unsteady.

“Go back to sleep,” Sukuna said softly, his voice filled with concern.

You didn’t listen, your gaze finally landing on him. “Kuna,” you whispered, using the nickname you had given him. The sound of it melted his heart, bringing back a flood of memories.

You stood up, wobbling slightly, and walked toward him. Despite your drunken state, he could see the pain in your eyes, the hurt you were trying to drown out with alcohol. You reached him and began pushing him angrily, your fists hitting his chest.

Sukuna stood still, letting you vent your anger. He didn’t move an inch, your punches not having any effect, but knowing you needed to get it out. You were stronger than you looked, but not enough to physically hurt him. But he deserved anything you threw at him.

“You hurt me,” you cried, your voice breaking. “You broke my heart.” You punched again, “You used me!”

“I know,” he whispered, his own eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

You continued to hit him, your punches growing weaker as you started to sob. Sukuna finally reached out, pulling you into a tight embrace. You struggled at first, but then collapsed against him, your sobs shaking your small frame.

“I’m so sorry,” Sukuna repeated, holding you close. “I never meant to hurt you.”

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. Your eyes were filled with so much pain, it broke his heart all over again. And then, without warning, you kissed him. Your lips were desperate and passionate, and Sukuna couldn’t help but kiss you back.

For a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, locked in a kiss that was both familiar and new. But then he felt your hands toying with the belt of his pants, and he knew what you were trying to do. He gently grabbed your wrists, stopping you.

“Hey,” he said softly, pulling back slightly and feeling the alcohol on your lips. “You’re drunk. You’re not conscious.”

You began to cry again, burying your face in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just… I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.

He guided you back to the bed, laying you down gently. You clung to him, your tears soaking his shirt. Sukuna climbed in beside you, pulling you close. He began to caress your hair, his touch soothing.

“Shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I’m here. Just sleep.”

You rested your head on his chest, your breathing slowly evening out as you drifted off to sleep in your drunken state. Sukuna continued to stroke your hair, his heart aching. He had missed this—holding you, comforting you, being close to you.

As you slept, Sukuna thought about everything that had happened. The bet, the breakup, the pain he had caused you. He knew he had a long road ahead if he wanted to earn your trust back, but he was determined to do it. He loves you, and he would do whatever it took to make things right.

But he just hopes that when you wake up tomorrow, you still miss him.

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[kentobb]

The Bet (Part Six)

Characters: College! Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Emotional Damage. Yes, ladies and gentlemen… this is the moment. Mention of smut, virginity loss. Foul Language. Physical fight perhabs? Bullying. Etc etc

Author’s note: After this part, part 7,8 and 9 will come in around five (days). I’m still working 😭 and currently am in Belgium rn. But, reading your comments make my day and push me into writing 🩷 love yall

Part 01

Sukuna woke up the next morning to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He turned to see you lying beside him, the blanket covering your naked body, your face peaceful and serene as you slept. His heart swelled with affection as he watched you, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind.

He reached out, gently caressing your hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, savoring the quiet moment of intimacy. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, a small smile playing on your lips.

He carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of pants before quietly making his way to the kitchen. He found Yuuji there, already up and munching on a bowl of cereal.

"Morning," Yuuji said with a mischievous grin. "So…”

Sukuna rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Shut up, idiot.”

Yuuji laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Thought I heard some heavy furniture rearranging going on."

Sukuna shook his head, amused. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Yuuji shrugged, grinning. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here."

Sukuna prepared a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. He poured himself a cup and then set about making a hot chocolate for you, knowing it was your favorite. As he stirred the warm drink, he felt a sense of contentment and joy he hadn't known he needed.

Carrying the drinks carefully, he made his way back to the bedroom. The smell of the hot chocolate must have reached you, as you were starting to wake, eyes fluttering open. You smiled sleepily when you saw him, face lighting up with love.

"Good morning," you murmured, leaning up to kiss him.

"Morning," Sukuna replied, handing you the cup. "I made you your favorite."

You took the cup with a grateful smile, savoring the first sip of the hot chocolate. "Thank you, Kuna."

Sukuna sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you with a tender expression. "How are you feeling after last night?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern and love.

You blushed slightly, setting the cup down. "A little sore," you admitted, your voice shy but happy.

He leaned in, kissing your forehead gently. "My bad. I got excited. Stay in bed and rest. We will have a lazy day.”

You looked up at him, eyes shining with gratitude and love. "You don't have to do that, I know you have practice for the game."

"I want to," Sukuna insisted, his voice firm but gentle. "You mean the world to me, and I want to make sure you're okay. Plus, the game is in two days.”

You nodded, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "Thank you."

Sukuna stayed in bed with you, despite knowing he was supposed to be at practice. His phone buzzed with calls from his teammates, but he quickly set it to "Do Not Disturb," deciding that nothing was more important than this moment with you.

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the remote, and turned on a movie. As the film started playing, he gently caressed your hair, his fingers moving softly through the strands. He watched you closely, observing the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his.

From the living room, he heard the jingle of keys and the familiar voices of Yuuji and Choso. "We're going out," Yuuji called out.

"Okay," Sukuna replied, knowing this meant he would have the apartment for himself.

He turned his attention back to you, a smile playing on his lips. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves," he said softly, leaning down to kiss you.

You giggled, your laughter like music to his ears. "Good, I like having you all to myself."

Sukuna laughed, positioning himself on top of yoi, bodies fitting together perfectly. He kissed you deeply, connection palpable. As he pulled back, his eyes were filled with warmth and affection.

Trailing his hand down your thigh, he felt you shiver under his touch. He looked at you, seeing the same lust and desire in your eyes that he felt coursing through him. You gazed up at him, your eyes dark and inviting.

Sukuna bit his lip, struggling to contain his own desire. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, reaching up to touch his face. "Good," you whispered, your voice teasing. "I like knowing I have that effect on you."

The playful banter was interrupted by another kiss, this one even more intense. Sukuna's hand continued to explore, moving with a gentle yet deliberate purpose. He felt you respond, your body arching towards his touch, your breath hitching in anticipation.

The movie played in the background, forgotten as you both lose yourself in each other. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word brought you closer, deepening your bond.

Sukuna's hands roamed over your body, memorizing every curve, every reaction. He wanted to make sure you felt as cherished and loved as you made him feel. Your hands moved up his back, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

For a moment, he paused, looking into your eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, your eyes shining with trust and love. "I'm perfect," you whispered.

With a smile, Sukuna leaned down and kissed you again, pouring all his feelings into that one moment.

The next day, Sukuna walked into basketball practice, feeling a noticeable spring in his step. The entire team was abuzz with excitement since tomorrow was the big game. And he needed to be his best since he already lost one day of practice. His teammates quickly noticed the change in him—he seemed different, almost glowing with a newfound energy and happiness.

As they warmed up, Geto and Gojo exchanged knowing glances. "Look at him," Geto whispered to Gojo. "Our boy looks like he's walking on air."

Gojo smirked. "About time."

The coach blew the whistle, signaling the start of their practice play. They ran through drills, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the thud of the ball echoing in the gym. The heat in the gymnasium soon had everyone drenched in sweat.

"Alright, shirts off!" the coach called out, and the players quickly complied, tossing their shirts aside.

As Sukuna pulled off his shirt, a collective gasp went through the team. His back was covered in red marks, clear evidence of a…passionate night. His teammates' eyes widened, and then, almost in unison, they broke into laughter and teasing.

"Damn, Sukuna! Those are some serious battle scars!" Geto hollered, slapping Sukuna on the back.

"Looks like someone had a fun night," Todo added, winking.

Gojo, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh. "Sukuna, I didn't know you were into competitive sports off the court too," he teased, grinning widely.

Sukuna rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his smile. "You guys are impossible."

Geto leaned in, pretending to inspect the marks more closely. "Those scratches… so you popped your cherry?”

Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah.”

Gojo, still laughing, gave Sukuna a friendly nudge. "I'm happy for you, man. Seriously."

Sukuna felt a sense of relief wash over him. Despite the teasing, he knew his friends were genuinely happy for him. They knew him well enough to see that this wasn't just some girl—he was genuinely in love. And he was sure that you are the love of his life.

As practice continued, the teasing didn't stop, but it was all in good fun. Sukuna felt more connected to his team than ever. They ran through a practice play, working in perfect sync. Sukuna dribbled the ball down the court, passed it to Gojo, who feigned a shot before passing it back. Sukuna jumped, shooting the ball through the hoop with a perfect swish.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Yuuji cheered from the sidelines along with Choso, clapping loudly.

As they gathered for a break, panting and sweating, Sukuna couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. He had his team, his friends, and now, he had you. Life felt perfect…

Almost… too perfect.

The team had put in a solid practice session, and as the sun began to set, the coach blew the final whistle. "Alright, that's enough for today. Rest up for tomorrow's game. We need you all at your best," he announced.

The players dispersed, chatting and laughing as they grabbed their things. Sukuna gathered his gear, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation for the big game. He waved to his teammates and headed toward the locker room.

As Gojo watched Sukuna leave, he noticed a familiar figure lurking by the entrance. Mei Mei. He sighed, rolling his eyes, not particularly thrilled to see her. As Sukuna walked away, oblivious, Mei Mei approached Gojo.

"So," she began, her voice dripping with curiosity, "Heard they haven’t done it. That means that sooner or later I’m receiving that call…”

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head. "You really are out of the loop, aren't you? Isn’t a little weird that you’re obsessed with his sex life?” He sighed, “But if you really want to know… they did it. And guess what? He is still in love. So whatever idea you had… it just that… an idea.”

Mei Mei's confident facade cracked, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. "What?" she whispered, the reality of her lost opportunity sinking in.

Gojo stepped closer, his expression hardening. He was fed up with her games and manipulation. “This black mail of yours? You can shove it up your ass. I’m not doing this shit anymore. You can say and do whatever you want. You know why Mei Mei?” Gojo stepped even closer, “Because no matter what you do or say, Sukuna is never coming back to you.”

Mei Mei flinched, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You have been black mailing me foe two months and haven’t do shit…" Gojo cut her off, his voice icy and ruthless. "You had your chance, and you blew it. He's happy now, and nothing you do is going to change that. You're nothing to him. Just a mistake he made once. Move on and stop embarrassing yourself."

Her tears began to fall, her composure crumbling completely. "Does hurting a woman feeling makes you feel good, Gojo?”

"Pathetic, I can’t consider you one," Gojo spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can just waltz back into his life and everything will go back to the way it was? Grow up, Mei Mei. He's with someone who actually cares about him, who he actually cares about. You? You're just a bitter memory."

Mei Mei's sobs grew louder, but Gojo didn't let up. "Do us all a favor and disappear. No one wants you here. You're nothing but a toxic presence, and Sukuna deserves better than that. Better than you."

With that, Gojo turned and walked away, leaving Mei Mei standing there, her composure shattered. She stood frozen for a moment before slumping against the wall, tears streaming down her face as she cried silently in the corner.

Gojo didn't look back. He felt a sense of justice in finally telling her off. Sukuna deserved to be happy, and he wouldn't let anyone jeopardize that, especially not Mei Mei. As he caught up with the rest of the team, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

Or so he thought.

Mei Mei lay on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she replayed the harsh words Gojo had hurled at her. She felt a deep sadness, a gnawing regret that things had not gone as she had hoped with Sukuna. She felt uneasy, her heart heavy with the realization that she had lost him.

The door creaked open, and Utahime entered the room they shared. She walked over to Mei Mei's side of the bed and sat down gently. "Hey, what happened?" Utahime asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Mei Mei looked up, her eyes red and swollen. "It's over," she said, her voice breaking. "Sukuna is in love with another girl. It's not me."

Utahime's heart ached for her friend. She tried to comfort her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Mei Mei.”

Mei Mei shook her head, tears still flowing. "I don't understand what he sees in her. She's the complete opposite of the type of girl he usually dates."

Utahime tried to soothe her but Mei Mei's sadness quickly turned into anger. Her fists clenched, and her expression hardened. "But if he wants to play like that, then lets do that. If I am loosing… he is loosing with me.”

Utahime's eyes widened with concern. "Mei Mei, what are you thinking?"

Mei Mei's eyes blazed with determination. "I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell her about the bed.”

Utahime's heart raced with worry. "Mei Mei, do you think that’s a good idea? What are you gaining with that?”

But Mei Mei was resolute. "His lost.” She smiled through the pain.

Utahime could see the storm brewing in her friend's eyes, and she knew there was little she could do to dissuade her. She watched helplessly as Mei Mei's sadness transformed into a vengeful resolve.

"Please, Mei Mei, think about this," Utahime pleaded. "Hurting her won't make you feel better. It will only create more pain."

Mei Mei shook her head, her mind made up. "I don’t fucking care about her. This isn’t about you. This is about him.”

Utahime sighed, knowing that trying to stop Mei Mei would be futile. She could only hope that her friend would come to her senses before doing something she would regret.

Mei Mei stood up, wiping away her tears, her expression set in determination. "The game is tomorrow. I will give him revenge.” she declared, her voice filled with a mix of pain and anger, “In a cold plate.”

Utahime watched her friend leave the room, her heart heavy with worry.

The day of the big game had finally arrived, and the court was filled with people buzzing with excitement. The atmosphere was electric, the stands packed with cheering fans ready to support their team. Sukuna walked toward the court with you his side. You wore his jersey number proudly, your face adorned with makeup in the colors of his team.

"Good luck," you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Sukuna pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and touching the heart locket he had given you. You smiled against his lips, feeling the warmth of his love.

"I love you," Sukuna whispered, his eyes locking with yours.

"I love you. I’ll be watching you," you replied, your voice filled with encouragement and affection.

Sukuna reluctantly let go of you and headed to the locker room, while you made your way to the stands to find your seat. You spotted Yuuji and Choso, who waved enthusiastically when they saw you. You hugged them both tightly, feeling a sense of camaraderie and support.

"Hey, you are here!” Yuuji exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, taking your seat beside them.

Choso leaned in, a playful smirk on his face. "Ready to see your boyfriend in action?"

You nodded, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Absolutely. I know he's going to be amazing."

The game had just started, and the energy in the court was electrifying. Players moved swiftly, and the crowd's cheers echoed throughout the gym. Gojo was on the court with Sukuna, focused on the game. Suddenly, Gojo's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text message from Mei Mei:

Evil cunt: “Good luck finding a new friend 🩷.”

Gojo's eyes widened in shock as he looked up and scanned the crowd. His heart started pounding when he spotted Mei Mei making her way towards you. Panic set in as he realized what she was about to do.

"No fucking way.” Gojo muttered under his breath, his anxiety skyrocketing.

Sukuna noticed Gojo’s sudden change in demeanor. He followed Gojo's gaze and saw Mei Mei approaching you. Fear gripped him as he quickly put two and two together. Mei Mei knew about the bet and was going to tell you about it.

Sukuna’s heart raced as he made eye contact with Gojo. The unspoken understanding between them was immediate. Without a second thought, Sukuna sprinted off the court, pushing through the crowd to get to you.

Yuuji and Choso, watched in confusion as he suddenly sprinted off the court. You were bewildered, eyes following his hurried movements. In the midst of the commotion, Mei Mei slipped into the seat next to you, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

Yuuji's eyes widened in shock as he recognized Mei Mei. "What are you doing here?" he asked, suspicion lacing his voice.

Mei Mei ignored Yuuji and turned to you, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and handing it to you. "Here, this is for Sukuna," she said sweetly, her tone dripping with malice.

You took the bill, confusion deepening. "What is this for?"

Mei Mei giggled, enjoying the unfolding drama. "It's for Sukuna. He won the bet."

Your eyes widened in shock. "What bet?"

Mei Mei's smile widened, turning vicious. "Gojo made a bet with Sukuna to hook up with the girl that nobody wanted." She looked at you up and down.

The color drained from your face as realization dawned. You were… a bet? Yuuji stood up abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes. "Get the fuck out!”

But before Mei Mei could respond, Sukuna arrived, his eyes locking onto you, holding the hundred-dollar bill, your face pale and your breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. He could see that you were starting to have a panic attack.

Mei Mei turned to Sukuna, her smile triumphant. "She needed to know the truth," she said smugly.

Sukuna's anger flared. "What was the point of that?” he demanded, his voice trembling with fury.

Mei Mei shrugged, her expression cold. "Now we've both lost something we love," she said simply, before turning and walking away, leaving chaos in her wake.

The crowd around them had gone silent, everyone watching the unfolding drama with morbid curiosity. Whispers spread like wildfire, and you felt the weight of their judgment, embarrassed and humiliated.

Sukuna stood there, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the scene fold. You clutched the hundred-dollar bill with your trembling hand, Sukuna felt a wave of panic wash over him. He had to fix this. He couldn’t let Mei Mei destroy everything.

Sukuna reached out to touch you, to comfort you but you slapped his hand away, your voice breaking as you spoke. "Don't. Just... don't."

Yuuji, still standing, tried to intervene. "Let's get you out of here," he said gently, looking at you with concern.

Choso joined hun, his expression serious. "Come on, let's go somewhere private."

He tried to approach you again, to say something, anything that would calm you down. “Hey, please. Let’s talk about this,” he pleaded, but you didn’t seem to hear him. Eyes were glazed over with pain and confusion, and you started to gather your things, your movements shaky and disjointed.

Sukuna’s heart broke as he saw you like this. He took a step closer, trying to reach out to you. “Please, don’t go. Just listen to me for a moment,” he begged, his voice trembling.

But you continued to walk away, your steps unsteady. Sukuna couldn’t bear it. He decided to go towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a desperate hug. You struggled against him, your hands hitting his chest as you cried out, sobs wracking your body. “Let go of me! Let go!” You screamed, your voice filled with anguish.

Sukuna held on, his own tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry. Please, I love you. Just listen to me,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

With a sudden burst of strength, you pushed him away, your hands trembling with rage and hurt. You slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. Sukuna stood there, stunned, his cheek stinging from the impact. He looked at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and desperation.

“I can explain,” he started, his voice cracking. “There was a bet at first, yes. But everything changed when I got to know you. I fell in love with you. The bet meant nothing. You mean everything to me.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. “How can I believe you now? Everything was a lie. I was just a joke to you… I was just the virgin girl that you needed to fuck?” you spat, your voice filled with bitterness.

Sukuna took a step closer, his hands outstretched in a plea. “No, it wasn’t like that. I swear. You’re not a joke. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You turned away from him, your shoulders shaking with sobs. “I feel so stupid for believing in you. For thinking that someone like you could be with someone like me,” you cried, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna’s heart shattered at your words. He reached out, his voice desperate. “Please, don’t say that. I love you. I really do. Please, believe me.”

You touched the heart locket he had given you, your fingers trembling. It had been a symbol of his love, a promise he had made. But now, it felt like a cruel joke. Your hands shook violently as you grabbed the necklace, your knuckles white with the strain.

With a swift motion, you tore the necklace off and walked toward him. You thrust it into his hand, your eyes filled with tears and anger. “I don’t want to see you again,” you said, your voice breaking.

Sukuna stood there, the necklace heavy in his hand, feeling like the weight of his world had just collapsed. “Please, baby. Believe me.” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

But you had already turned away, walking down the hallway with your shoulders hunched, your sobs echoing in the silence. Sukuna watched you go, his heart aching with every step you took away from him. He wanted to run after you, to beg you to stay, but he knew it would only make things worse.

Sukuna stood there, heartbroken and unable to move, watching her disappear from his life. The weight of his mistake crushed him, and he felt a hollow emptiness where his heart used to be. His hands trembled, still clutching the necklace you had returned to him.

His teammates stood behind him, unsure of what to do or say. The silence was heavy, filled with the echoes of their confrontation. Gojo stepped forward, reaching out to comfort his friend. "Sukuna, I—" he began, but Sukuna pushed him away, his eyes filled with anger and pain.

Gojo covered his face, expecting a blow, but it never came. He lowered his hands and saw Sukuna breathing heavily, his chest heaving with suppressed rage and sorrow. The look in Sukuna's eyes was one of devastation, and it broke Gojo's heart to see his friend like this.

"We have a game to win," Sukuna said, his voice low and strained, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming grief.

Geto approached cautiously, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure you'll be able to play?" he asked gently.

Sukuna didn't answer, his eyes staring blankly at the spot where you had stood. He turned and walked back towards the court, his teammates following silently. Yuuji and Choso exchanged worried glances, noticing the change in Sukuna's demeanor. The light that usually shone in his eyes was gone, replaced by a dark, burning anger.

As they returned to the game, Sukuna's rage began to manifest in his play. He was aggressive, his movements sharp and almost reckless. His teammates could feel the intensity radiating from him, a stark contrast to his usual composed self.

The game began anew, the energy in the gym electric with anticipation. Sukuna's focus was razor-sharp, but it was driven by a storm of emotions. He clenched his jaw, his muscles tense as he took his position on the court. The whistle blew, and the game resumed.

Sukuna moved with a fierce determination, his eyes locked on the ball. He intercepted a pass, charging down the court with a speed and aggression that left the opposing team scrambling to catch up. He drove to the basket, leaping into the air and slamming the ball through the hoop with a force that shook the backboard. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Sukuna's face remained stoic, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

On defense, Sukuna was relentless. He blocked shots with a ferocity that left his opponents stunned, his movements almost violent in their intensity. He swatted the ball away, sending it flying across the court, and glared at the player he had just denied, his eyes burning with an unspoken challenge.

Yuuji and Choso watched from the sidelines, their concern growing with every passing minute. They had never seen Sukuna like this, and it scared them. He was playing to win, but the cost was evident in the raw intensity of his actions.

The game progressed, and Sukuna's relentless assault on the basket continued. He racked up points, each score a temporary distraction from the agony gnawing at his heart. The crowd cheered, but the noise barely registered in his mind.

His thoughts kept drifting back to you—the way you smiled when you were beneath him, the softness of your touch, the warmth of your embrace.

“I love you…”

And now, the way you walked away from him, the hurt and betrayal in your eyes cutting him deeper than any wound.

Sukuna's aggression on the court escalated, his anger spilling over. He pushed past defenders with more force than necessary, his movements almost violent. The opposing team tried to counter, but Sukuna was relentless, his need to drown out the pain driving him forward.

In the middle of the game, Sukuna found himself face-to-face with an opponent, their eyes locking in a silent challenge. The other player smirked, taunting Sukuna. "What's wrong, pretty boy? Got something on your mind?"

Sukuna's eyes darkened, and he drove forward, pushing the player aside with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground. The crowd gasped, and the referee blew the whistle, signaling a foul. Sukuna barely registered the call, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions.

As he stood at the free-throw line, the weight of the game pressing down on him, Sukuna's hands trembled. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the memories kept flooding back. He could see your face, the way you looked at him with love and trust, and then the way that trust shattered when you were told the truth.

He made the free throw, the ball sailing cleanly through the hoop, but the victory felt hollow. His teammates cheered, but Sukuna's heart remained heavy.

The game continued, each play a blur of movement and emotion. Sukuna's aggression showed no signs of abating. He played like a man possessed, his focus unwavering, but the cost was evident in the raw intensity of his actions. He collided with opponents, his body moving with a ferocity that left his teammates and coaches concerned.

The final minutes of the game were a whirlwind of action. Sukuna's team was in the lead, but the margin was slim. The opposing team mounted a fierce comeback, and the tension in the gym was palpable.

Sukuna took the ball, charging down the court with a determination that bordered on desperation. He dodged defenders, his movements almost reckless, and leaped into the air for a final shot. The ball sailed through the hoop, sealing the victory for his team.

The gym erupted in cheers, but Sukuna felt none of the triumph. He stood in the middle of the court, panting heavily, his mind still trapped in the moments that had just shattered his world.

His teammates surrounded him, their joy contrasting sharply with his hollow expression. Gojo approached cautiously, his earlier fear replaced with deep concern. "We won, man," he said softly, hoping to reach his friend. But Sukuna's eyes remained distant, his mind still trapped in the moments that had just shattered his world.

The celebration felt empty to Sukuna. He walked off the court, the cheers and applause fading into the background. The victory meant nothing to him now, not when he had lost the person who meant everything. You.

In the locker room, the atmosphere was somber despite the win. Sukuna sat on the bench, staring at the floor, the necklace still clutched in his hand. His teammates gave him space, understanding the depth of his pain.

Yuuji sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Sukuna," he said quietly. "We'll get through this."

Sukuna nodded slightly, but his heart was heavy with regret and sorrow. The game was over, but the battle within him had only just begun. The memories of you haunted him, a constant reminder of what he had lost.

See ya in a few days! <3

[kentobb]

The Bet (Part Five)

Characters: College!Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Ok. Listen yall. There is PURE SMUT at the end. I am warning yall. Second, foul language.

Author’s note: After this part is published, part six will be next in a few minutes since its already written. Pure smut and angst that next chapter.

Part 01

Two months had passed since Sukuna and you had officially started dating, and your relationship had quickly become the talk of the campus. Everywhere you both went, people would smile and whisper, excited by the unlikely yet perfect couple. Sukuna's tough, athletic image was softened by his obvious affection for you, and you seemed to glow with happiness whenever you were by his side.

Hand in hand, you would stroll through the campus, fingers intertwined. Sukuna loved the way your hand fit perfectly in his, and he never missed a chance to pull you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your dates were always filled with laughter and tender moments, from casual coffee shop visits to adventurous ones. But your favorite dates were the book dates, where Sukuna would take you to your favorite bookstore.

In the cozy aisles of the bookstore, you would each choose a book for the other. You would carefully pick out a thriller or a fantasy novel you thought he'd enjoy, and he would select a romance or a classic, knowing how much you loved getting lost in those stories. Both of you would spend hours browsing, reading excerpts to each other, and sharing your thoughts on various books. It was during these quiet moments that both of you felt closest, surrounded by the stories you both cherished.

Tonight was no different in terms of closeness. Both of you curled up in his bed, each engrossed in your own books. You were lying on his chest, and he was gently caressing your hair as you read. The low hum of the TV from the living room indicated that Yuuji and Choso were watching a game, the occasional shouts and laughter providing a comforting background noise.

You closed your book and looked up at Sukuna, a contented smile playing on your lips. He glanced down at you, his heart melting at the sight of your adoration. He closed his book, setting it aside as he shifted you so that you were on top of him.

"Why are you looking at me with those eyes?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You giggled, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. "What eyes?"

He chuckled, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you closer. "These eyes," he said, before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your kisses grew more intense, and he began to grind you gently against him. You moaned into his mouth, a sound that drove him wild. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as your breathing grew heavier. Just as things were heating up, the door suddenly burst open.

Yuuji stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. "Hey! I've been calling you guys for... OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!" He screamed, covering his eyes with his hands.

You quickly scrambled off of Sukuna, your face turning a deep shade of red. Sukuna, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh. "The door is closed for a reason, dumbass. Learn how to knock!" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Yuuji stood frozen for a moment, his face a mix of embarrassment and horror. "I... I'm sorry! I didn't know you were... you know!" He turned around, practically running out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

You buried your face in Sukuna's chest, mortified. "Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!”

Sukuna continued to chuckle, holding you close. "He will forget.” He tilted your chin up, kissing you softly. "Now, where were we?"

You giggled, pulling back slightly, your cheeks flushed. "Actually, I have to go. I have a night study session with Utahime.”

Utahime. Your new friend. You met her two months ago and now she is your “bestie” according to Sukuna. He was proud of you for making your first friend and having someone else other than him. Although he didn’t mind having you all to himself. He was selfish like that.

Sukuna's face fell comically. "You're leaving me like this?" he pouted, trying to sound playful but clearly feeling a bit needy.

You smiled apologetically, leaning in to give him one last kiss. "I'll kiss you more later, I promise.”

Sukuna sighed dramatically but couldn't help but smile. "Alright, go be a good student. I'm happy you've made a friend, my bookworm."

You quickly gathered your things and left, giving him a final wave before disappearing out the door. Sukuna lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling the acute pang of unfulfilled desire.

A moment later, Yuuji knocked on the door, the sound exaggerated and mocking. "Knock, knock! Can I come in, or it isn’t safe yet?"

Sukuna groaned, laughing despite himself. "Yeah, come in, you idiot.

Yuuji opened the door cautiously, peeking his head in first. "You're not going to beat my ass are you?”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. "No, but I should.”

Yuuji stepped inside, his face still carrying traces of shock. "Dude, seriously, you two were like... wow. I mean, I've seen some stuff, but that was..."

"Yuuji," Sukuna interrupted, holding up a hand. "I don't need a play-by-play."

Yuuji laughed, plopping down on the bed. "I'm just saying, it's good to see you so happy. And, you know, in love and all that mushy stuff.”

Sukuna smirked, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Stop trying to embarras me.”

Yuuji leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "So, what are you going to do now that she's gone to study with her new friend? Need any tips on how to distract yourself from, uh, pent-up energy?"

Sukuna groaned again, tossing a pillow at Yuuji. "If you don’t stop talking, I might actually kill you.”

Yuuji caught the pillow, laughing. "That's why you love me, bro."

Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here.”

Yuuji stood up, saluting with a grin. "Yes, sir! Use your lock next time.”

Sukuna laughed, giving Yuuji a playful shove toward the door. "I'll remember that."

As Yuuji left Sukuna's bedroom, Sukuna's phone buzzed with a call from Geto.

"Yo, Sukuna, wanna hang out? We're all chilling in my dorm," Geto said, his voice filled with mischief.

"It's kinda late, man," Sukuna replied, glancing at the clock.

Geto laughed. "What, you got a curfew now? Don't tell me your girlfriend has you on a leash already!"

Sukuna laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll be there in five."

After hanging up, he quickly sent you a text message.

Mr. Mysterious: Hey, heading to Geto's dorm to hang out. See you later?

You replied almost instantly…

My bookworm :): Oki! I’m with Utahime. See you later! <3

Feeling a bit lighter, Sukuna made his way to Geto's dorm. As he entered, he saw his teammates sprawled around the room, chatting and laughing. The familiar camaraderie put him at ease. Even Gojo was there, though Sukuna had noticed he had become more distant recently. Still, Sukuna was determined to bridge that gap.

"Look who decided to show up!" Geto announced loudly, grinning from ear to ear.

Sukuna rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get too excited."

As he joined them, they handed him a drink, and he started to relax, watching a random game on the TV. The banter flowed easily, but Sukuna could feel Gojo's eyes on him, a mix of curiosity and something unspoken.

"Hey, Sukuna," Geto said, squinting at his neck. "Is that a hickey I see?"

Sukuna's hand flew to his neck, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "Uh, maybe."

The room erupted in laughter and teasing. "Our boy's been busy!" one of the teammates shouted.

Geto leaned in, his grin widening. "So, did you guys... you know?"

Sukuna felt the weight of Gojo's gaze intensify. "No, we haven't. She's…” He coughs, “She’s not ready yet," he said, his voice calm but firm.

The room fell silent, everyone staring at Sukuna in disbelief. Known for his reputation, this was the last thing they expected to hear.

Gojo was the first to break the silence, chuckling. "Wait, hold up. You're telling me that for two months…you haven't been getting any?"

Sukuna shrugged, his expression serious. "No."

The room buzzed with shock, and Geto finally spoke up. "Damn, man. I didn't think I'd ever see the day."

Sukuna sighed, feeling the need to explain himself. "We are just taking things slow. Whenever she is ready… I’m ready.” He said

Gojo, still chuckling, added, "Guess our Sukuna's a softie after all."

Sukuna smiled, appreciating the shift in his attitude. "I care about her a lot, and I don't want to mess this up." He said, as he saw Gojo shifted his sight away from him.

Back at your dorm, you were hanging out with your new friend Utahime, the two of you seated at a small table, books and notes spread out around you. The atmosphere was light and filled with laughter as you both attempted to study. For you, this was a new and wonderful experience. You had never really had a friend before, and the bond you were forming with Utahime was something you treasured deeply.

Utahime looked up from her notes, noticing your face light up as you received a text. You giggled softly, your eyes glued to the screen as you typed back a reply. Utahime raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. "Sukuna again?"

You nodded, a dreamy smile on your face. "Yeah, he is going to Geto's place. They're going to hang out."

Utahime chuckled. "You guys are so cute. How's everything going with him?"

"Everything is great," you said, your voice filled with genuine happiness.

Utahime watched you for a moment, noticing the way your smile faltered slightly, turning into a small, almost pouty expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, her tone gentle.

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I've never had a friend before. I don't really know what's right and wrong to talk about."

Utahime reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on you.” You can talk to me about anything. That's what friends are for. Beside, you have heard about all of my fail talking stages… so whatever you have in mind can’t be worst than mine.”

You took a deep breath, deciding to share what had been weighing on your mind. "I haven't... you know…done it with Sukuna."

Utahime's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue.

"And…we were so close of doing it today… until Yuuji came bursting on the door. But that’s not the point" you explained, your voice trembling slightly. "I don’t know if today I would’ve been ready either you know. Like… I am but… I’m scared. What if… he doesn’t like my body? Or he ends up feeling the ick with me? Or what if he changes his mind about me?”

You could feel the anxiety rising within you, your fears bubbling to the surface. Utahime squeezed your hand gently, offering silent support.

"Hey, hey," Utahime said softly, "breathe. It's okay to feel scared. But you need to remember something important—Sukuna likes you for who you are. That won't change."

You looked up, tears welling in your eyes. "But what if—”

"No 'what ifs,'" Utahime interrupted gently. "I've seen the way he looks at you. He looks at you like you're a piece of art, something precious and beautiful."

Your cheeks flushed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your tears. "Really?"

"Really," Utahime confirmed, smiling warmly. "You don't have to worry about your body or whether he'll change his mind. He cares about you, and that won't change just because of something like that."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, Utahime's words sinking in and calming your fears. You hugged your friend tightly, feeling grateful for the support and understanding. "Thank you, Utahime. I really needed to hear that."

Utahime hugged you back, squeezing you reassuringly. "That's what friends are for. Anytime you need to talk, I'm here for you."

She pulled back from the hug, smiling. The tension that had been hanging over you seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and confidence.

"Now," Utahime said, playfully nudging you, "let's get back to studying before we both fail this test."

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "Alright, alright. But you know I'm going to ace this."

"Oh, confident now, are we?" Utahime teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Maybe just a little," you replied, grinning.

You both dove back into your studies, the room filled with the comfortable silence of turning pages and scribbling notes.

As the night went on, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. You had a wonderful boyfriend who cared deeply for you and a new friend who was quickly becoming an important part of your life. The fears and doubts that had plagued you seemed smaller now, overshadowed by the love and support you felt from those around you.

When you finally decided to call it a night, you felt more at peace than you had in a long time. You hugged Utahime once more, thanking her for being such a good friend.

"Anytime," Utahime said with a smile. "Now go get some rest."

Utahime waved as she started to walk away, her heart light from the pleasant evening they had shared. She couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for the bond they were forming. But as she walked down the quiet, dimly lit path back to her own dorm, she couldn’t help but to feel guilty. Her phone began to ring. She glanced at the screen and saw Mei Mei's name flashing.

With a sigh, she answered. "Mei Mei."

"Utahime," Mei Mei's voice came through, smooth and confident. "How did everything go?"

Utahime's smile wavered slightly as she remembered your conversation. "You don’t have anything to worry about. They haven’t done it.”

Mei Mei's laughter rang through the phone, sharp and knowing. "I knew it," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “That’s why he hasn’t left yet.”

Utahime hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. "So? What are you planning to do?” she asked quietly.

"Nothing really. Yet. I’m just waiting for the right time.” Mei Mei replied, a smirk evident in her voice. "Sukuna won't last long in that stupid relationship.”

Utahime couldn't help but laugh nervously, though a part of her felt uneasy about the whole situation. "Are you sure? He seems… pretty in love.”

"Why don’t you just keep following the plan, hm? More to do and less talking." Mei Mei said, her voice firm. “Just wait and see.”

Utahime nodded, even though Mei Mei couldn't see her. "Yeah…”

As she hung up the phone, her smile faded completely. She pocketed her phone and continued walking, her thoughts a mix of guilt and resolve. She knew she was in too deep, and the stakes were high. But Mei Mei has been her best friend since first grade. And she would do anything for her best friend. So for now, she would have to play along, hoping that things wouldn't get too complicated.

After Utahime left, you stood in your room for a moment, taking a deep breath. The study session had been wonderful, and you felt a warm glow of friendship and support from Utahime. Now, it was time to get ready for your sleep over with Sukuna. You began packing a small bag, placing your essentials and a few overnight items inside. As you reached for a brush, your eyes caught sight of a lingerie set you had bought a few days ago while shopping.

The lingerie was delicate, white with a small red bow that made you think of Sukuna. You picked it up, running your fingers over the soft fabric. "Am I ready?" You whispered to yourself, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside you.

You knew you were ready, but fuck, that fear lingered. What if he got a post-nut clarity, like those countless post you have read about in Reddit? The thought made your heart race with worry. You started to overthink, your mind spiraling with doubts and insecurities again.

But then you remembered Utahime's reassuring words: Sukuna liked you for who you are, and that wouldn't change. Right? You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

Deciding that tonight was the night.

Determined, you ran a warm bath, letting the soothing water relax your tense muscles. You brushed your hair, feeling more confident with each stroke. After your bath, you slipped into the white lingerie, the red bow standing out against your skin. You then put on a dress to cover it, a simple yet elegant outfit that made you feel beautiful.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you gathered your courage and grabbed your bag. You left your dorm, heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. The walk to Sukuna's dorm seemed to take forever, each step filled with a mix of eagerness and nerves.

As you turned a corner, you saw your boyfriend walking towards you from the opposite direction. His face lit up with a smile when he saw you, and without a word, he closed the distance between you and kissed you gently.

"Hey, baby," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"Hey," you replied, your voice soft and a bit shaky.

Sukuna noticed the bag she were carrying and, without hesitation, took it from you. “Let me carry that for you," he said, slinging it over his shoulder.

Both of you started walking together, heading towards his place. He glanced at you and noticed the slight blush on your cheeks, the way your hands fidgeted nervously. He could tell something was on your mind.

"What's up?" he asked, gently ruffling your hair. "You seem a bit... distracted."

You looked up at him, trying to muster a reassuring smile, but your nerves were getting the best of you. "Oh, it's nothing," you said, though your voice betrayed your anxiety.

Sukuna chuckled softly, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. "Come on, you can tell me," he teased. "What's got my baby blushing?”

She bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks even more. He took one look at you and chuckled, “You’re cute.”

You both arrived at his dorm, the night air filled with anticipation. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the sight of Yuuji and Choso lounging in the living room, engrossed in a movie.

Yuuji was the first to notice you. "Hey, you two! Welcome back," he called out with a grin.

Choso looked up and waved. "Good to see you!"

Yuuji's grin turned mischievous as he looked at Sukuna. "Don't forget to actually lock the door this time, big bro," he teased, winking exaggeratedly.

Choso chuckled and Sukuna rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is why you’re adopted.”

You couldn't help but laugh at the banter, feeling more at ease despite your nerves. Sukuna said his goodbyes to his brothers, leading you to his room. You have been here before, but this was going to be your first sleepover with your boyfriend, and the thought made your heart race.

You knew he had no idea what you wanted to do tonight, but you also knew he was being incredibly patient with you. As you entered his room, you found yourself lost in thought, the nervousness building up inside you.

Sukuna's voice broke through your reverie. "I'm going to take a quick bath," he said, grabbing a towel from a nearby shelf. "Make yourself comfortable."

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. "Okay."

As Sukuna disappeared into the bathroom, you sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing. The nerves were getting to you, again and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't know how long you had been lost in your thoughts, but suddenly you realized you could no longer hear the shower.

The bathroom door opened, and Sukuna stepped out, steam billowing around him. He was without a shirt, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. You blushed deeply, your eyes widening. You had never seen him without a shirt before, and the sight made your heart race even faster.

Sukuna noticed your reaction, he couldn't resist teasing you. "Enjoying the view?" he asked with a playful smirk, walking over to you and kissing your forehead gently.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, so you just nodded, feeling your face heat up even more. Your hand moved almost on its own, reaching out to touch his abs. As your fingers brushed against his skin, Sukuna's own cheeks flushed, a rare sight for someone usually so confident.

The feeling of your touch was electrifying. He took your hand in his, guiding it gently across his abs. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with reassurance.

He looked into your eyes and saw them filled with need, a mix of nervousness and lust that mirrored his own feelings. You stood up from the bed, your movements delicate and hesitant.

He watched as you took a deep breath, your fingers trembling slightly as they reached for the hem of your dress. You lifted it over your head and let it fall to the floor. The sight before him took his breath away. You stood there, almost naked, dressed in a delicate set of white lingerie that made his heart race.

In that moment, he felt as if time had stopped. The dim light of the room cast a soft glow on your skin, highlighting your curves and the intricate details of the lace. You looked like a vision, ethereal and breathtaking. He could barely contain the surge of emotions that rushed through him-desire, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of love.

Your eyes met his, and in them, he saw a mix of vulnerability and determination. You were telling him without words that you were ready, that you trusted him. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours and gently took your hands in his.

He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Let me make you mine.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded, unable to speak. You had never felt such intense desire, and the fact that it was your first time made the moment even more electric. Sukuna seemed to sense your nervousness and pulled you gently into his arms, kissing the top of yout head. "Relax, baby," he murmured.

His words sent a wave of relief through you, and you snuggled closer, inhaling his fresh, clean scent. His strong arms felt like home, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

"Better?" he whispered, nuzzling your neck, his scruff brushing softly against your sensitive skin.

"Much," you replied, tilting your head to give him better access. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips press gently against the pulse point on your neck, his hands roaming gently over your back. One hand slipped on your bra, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower back, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

He continued his sensual assault, kissing a trail down your neck to the sensitive spot where your shoulder met your collarbone. He nibbled gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him. Taking advantage of your position, he slipped his hand under your bra, cupping your breast and thumbing the peak through the thin fabric.

You moaned softly, your hands clutching at his shoulders. You had never felt such pleasure, and you wanted more. Sukuna seemed to read your mind, tugging your bra over your head in one smooth motion before taking your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue teased yours mimicking the movements he wanted to make lower down your body, and you opened to him, eager to explore this new world of sensation.

Breaking the kiss, Sukuna trailed kisses down your jaw and along the curve of your neck, pausing to suck gently on the sensitive skin, leaving a mark that would remind you of this moment long after it had passed. His hand slid down your body, fingertips grazing the tops of your breasts, your nipples pebbling at the light touch. With a gentle squeeze, he rolled the peaks between his thumb and forefinger, earning a soft whimper from you.

"You like that, baby?" he murmured, his hot breath fanning over your damp skin. "You like it when I touch you here?" He pinched the peaks gently, rolling them between his fingers, and you nodded, too lost in sensation to form words.

Sukuna smiled against your skin, loving how responsive you were to his touch. He wanted to worship your body, to explore every inch of your perfect skin. Sliding his hands down your sides, he lifted you onto his lap, shifting so that you could straddled him. The position allowed him to cup your breasts fully, and he moaned softly at the feel of their weight in his palms. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking gently, then firmly, earning a soft cry from you.

"K-Kuna," you breathed, threading your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue his delicious torment. He switched to the other peak, giving it the same attention, before pulling back to admire your swollen, damp nipples. "So beautiful," he murmured, capturing one peak between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it slowly as he leaned in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your body on fire. You wanted—no, needed—more. Breaking the kiss, you looked into his dark, passionate eyes. "Please," you whispered. "I- I want you.”

Sukuna's heart swelled at your words. He had hoped, but never imagined you would offer yourself to him so willingly. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. "I don't want to rush you. We can take it slow."

"I'm sure," you replied, your eyes shining with desire. "I trust you, Sukuna. I want this moment to be with you."

He captured your lips in a fierce kiss, pouring all his love and desire into the embrace. His hands roamed over your back, tracing patterns on your soft skin, before sliding down to grip your firm ass. Squeezing gently, he urged you closer, grinding his hardening cock against your core through your panties.

The feeling of his arousal sent a jolt of need through you, and you rocked your hips, seeking more friction. Sukuna groaned, tearing his mouth from yours. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me take care of you.

Sitting you back on the bed, he stood and quickly shed his towel, letting you take in the sight of his muscular body. His erection pointed proudly towards you, and your mouth watered at the thought of having him inside you. He was big, that’s for sure. Reaching behind you, Sukuna slipped your panties off and tossed them aside.

His dark eyes devoured the sight of your naked breasts, full and lush, the dusky pink nipples begging for his attention. Cupping them in his palms, he lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, earning a soft moan from you. Sucking gently, he lavished attention on one peak before switching to the other, determined to drive you wild with pleasure.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him to you as waves of pleasure washed over you. You had never known your breasts could be so sensitive, every touch sending sparks of desire straight to your core. "Please," you whispered again, needing more, needing him.

Sukuna released your nipple with a soft pop, trailing kisses down your abdomen, his hands reaching behind your ass, he paused to kiss the insides of your thighs, earning a soft whimper as your knees fell open on their own accord. He chuckled softly against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers through you.

"So responsive," he murmured, nipping gently at your inner thigh before trailing kisses lower, closer to your core.

You held your breath as you felt his hot breath fan over your most intimate folds. You were wet, aching for him, and couldn't wait to feel his mouth on you. Sukuna, seemingly able to read your mind, obliged, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen pussy lips before flicking his tongue across your clit, causing you to cry out and grip his hair tightly.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, the vibration of his words sending shocks of pleasure through you. "Let me hear how much you're enjoying this." He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves before nibbling gently with his teeth, sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

You moaned loudly, hips bucking involuntarily as Sukuna continued his assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you, his tongue delving into your wet heat, tasting your essence as he sucked greedily on your clit. Your pleasure built, coiling tightly in your belly, and you knew without a doubt that you’re was his, body and soul.

Sukuna sensed your impending release and increased the pressure of his tongue, rubbing your clit in firm circles as he slid two fingers into your hot, tight channel. Your walls clenched around him, milking his fingers as he curled them upward, seeking the spot that would send you over the edge. Finding it, he rubbed firmly, his mouth working your clit relentlessly.

"K-Kuna I'm—I'm going to—" you stuttered, your breath coming in short gasps as you surged over the precipice, crying out his name as waves of bliss crashed over you. Sukuna continued his relentless assault, riding out your orgasm with you, prolonging the pleasure until you were reduced to a quivering mess, boneless in his arms.

Pulling back, he admired his handiwork, your skin dewy with a post-orgasmic glow, your chest heaving as you panted for breath. "Beautiful," he whispered, climbing onto the bed to lie beside you, pulling you into his arms. You nestled against him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace as he nuzzled your hair. "You were such a good girl baby" he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I- I want more. I want you." You muttered as you looked at him, your breathing not evenly yet.

Hearing the desire in your voice, Sukuna felt his cock twitch, ready and eager to claim you as his own. "I want you too, baby," he growled, his voice deep and husky. "But we don't have to rush. We have all night."

You shook your head, looking up at him with passionate eyes. "I want to feel you.”

His dark eyes smoldered with desire. "As you wish, my baby.” Climbing over you, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his throbbing cock teasing your wet folds. "Are you ready, baby?"

Nodding, you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him forward. With a slow thrust, he entered you, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. You gasped, your eyes widening at the sensation of being stretched, filled by him. Holding still, Sukuna gave you a moment to adjust to his size, kissing you softly as you whispered words of encouragement.

"You feel so good, baby," he murmured, nipping at your earlobe. "So tight and wet. Made just for me."

You moaned softly, your body relaxing around him as he stroked your hair and kissed you tenderly. "Move," you whispered, wanting to feel him deep inside you. "Please, Sukuna."

With a gentle thrust, Sukuna began to move, sliding in and out of your wet heat, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. You met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect synchronization as you rose to greet each stroke, bodies creating a delicious friction. Wrapping your legs tighter around him, you urged him on, your breath coming in short gasps as pleasure spiraled through you once more.

Sukuna leaned in, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss as he increased the pace, his hips moving faster, slamming into you with deep, hard strokes that had the headboard banging against the wall. Fuck, Yuuji and Choso are going to kill him tomorrow.

You cried out, nails digging into his back as you met his passion with your own, bodies slick with sweat, sliding against each other as both of you moved in perfect harmony.

Reaching between your bodies, Sukuna found your swollen clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he thrusted into you, aiming for that sweet spot deep inside you. You moaned, the pleasure building again, crashing over you in waves as you surged towards another climax.

"That’s it baby, cum for me, baby," Sukuna growled, his own orgasm building as your inner walls clenched around him. "Come on my cock."

His words sent you over the edge, crying out his name as your walls clamped down on him, milking his cock as he joined you in release, filling you with his hot cum. Gasping for breath, he collapsed onto you, his weight crushing you into the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath.

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his hair as you looked up at him with adoring eyes. "K-Kuna" you breathed, pressing soft kisses to his sweaty forehead. "I love you."

He raised his head, his dark eyes filled with passion and love. "I love you too, baby," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

YES. I WARNED YALL. IT WAS PURE SMUT. BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR THE NEXT PART. 🩷 Also, this is my first time writing smut.

[kentobb]

The Bet (Part Four)

Characters: College! Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Foul language, black mail, kisses, suggestive scene but is not smut smut. But just in case, I’m going to categorize it as smut.

Author’s Note: I will be taking a two day break due to work. But I will be reading your comments <3

Part 01, Part 02, Part 03

Everyone was getting out of practice, and Gojo watched as Sukuna packed up his things and started moving in the opposite direction. He knew exactly where Sukuna was heading—toward the library. She must be there, Gojo thought to himself, feeling the familiar pang of guilt twist in his gut.

As Gojo exited the facility, he saw Mei Mei lingering outside. He tried to walk past her, hoping she wouldn't notice him, but her voice cut through the air. "Gojo.”

Gojo stopped and turned around, forcing a neutral expression. Mei Mei smirked, a glint of malice in her eyes. "So… are you two good?” she asked casually.

"Yeah, thanks." Gojo replied tersely, his mind racing. He wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

A minute of awkward silence stretched between them before Gojo decided it was time to leave. He started to turn away, but Mei Mei's voice stopped him again. "Does he know that I know about the bet?"

Gojo froze, his heart dropping. He turned back to face her, his anger barely contained.

Mei Mei laughed, a chilling sound. "Oh, he doesn’t does he? Tch. What a shame…”

Gojo cursed himself inwardly. He had been angry and frustrated, venting to Mei Mei about everything. "No," he said through gritted teeth. "And I don't care. Just stay out of it."

Mei Mei's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, then I guess he wouldn’t mind if I told her, wouldn’t he?”

Gojo felt his frustration boiling over. "Are you seriously going to black mail me?” he asked, trying to regain control of the situation.

She shook her head, still smirking. "Relax, Gojo. I'm not that evil.”

Gojo felt a brief moment of relief before Mei Mei continued, "But... “

Gojo's stomach dropped. "But… there’s always a but.”

Mei Mei smirked, she saw through him, she had him in her hands. “What do you want?" he asked, dreading the answer.

Mei Mei's smirk widened. "I want you to help me get back with Sukuna."

Gojo's eyes widened in shock. "Are you out of your mind? No way, no fucking way. He doesn’t fucking like you anymore…”

Mei Mei shrugged, her expression turning cold. "He was interested before he met her.” She smiled, “But I guess you’re right… I should tell her.”

Gojo felt trapped. He didn't want to hurt his friend, and he definitely didn't want to hurt the innocent girl Sukuna cared about. But he couldn't see a way out.

"Why are you doing this?" Gojo asked, desperation creeping into his voice. "Sukuna's moved on from you. Why can't you? You only played with his feelings… hooking up with others and now… suddenly after hooking up with him over and over wanting nothing else… now you do?”

Mei Mei's eyes hardened. "That doesn’t concern you. We all make mistakes… you know? Like you trusting me with something so… so… sensitive.”

Gojo's mind raced. He felt sick, knowing he'd just betrayed his friend all over again. But he couldn't see any other way to protect him from the truth that would destroy everything. He looked at Mei Mei, her smirk never faltering, and felt his resolve crumble.

After a long, tense moment, he finally nodded. "I’ll help you. But…I don’t want it to hurt both of them.”

Mei Mei's satisfied smile made his stomach turn. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other," she said before walking away, leaving Gojo standing there, seething.

Gojo watched her disappear, his mind racing. He felt sick, knowing he'd just betrayed his friend all over again. As he walked away, Gojo felt a deep sense of despair and anger. He had to find a way to fix this, but right now, all he could do was hope that Mei Mei would keep her word and not stir up more trouble. He couldn't afford to screw things up again.

He cursed himself for ever trusting her, for letting his guard down and spilling everything in a moment of weakness. He replayed their conversation in his mind, wishing he could take it all back. But it was too late.

Sukuna arrived at the library, the familiar quiet hum enveloping him in a sense of calm. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on you, seated at a corner table, completely absorbed in your work. You were hunched over, scribbling away, oblivious to the world around you. As he approached, he saw that you were writing what he supposed was an essay for a class. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, a gesture that had become second nature to him.

You looked up, your face lighting up with a radiant smile. "Hey," you said softly, "I'm just finishing up."

Sukuna took a seat next to you, mesmerized by the way your pen moved gracefully across the paper. There was something utterly captivating about your concentration, the way your eyes flicked back and forth, your brow furrowing slightly when you were deep in thought. Your hair was pulled back in a loose bun, with a few strands escaping to frame your face. He couldn't help but feel like he was falling head over heels for you all over again.

To him, you were a living poem, every gesture and expression a line of verse that spoke directly to his heart. Your quiet dedication to your work, the way you chewed on the end of your pen when you were stuck on a thought, even the slight tilt of your head when you were considering something deeply—it all captivated him. He felt a warmth spread through him, a kind of contentment he had never known before.

As you finished up, you put your things away and turned to him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How was your day?" You asked, your voice a soothing balm to his turbulent thoughts.

He smiled, feeling his heart lighten just being near you. "It was good. Practice was tough, but worth it. And Gojo and I are good now."

You nodded, relief washing over your features. "I'm glad to hear that. You two are like brothers."

"Yeah," Sukuna agreed. "We are." He hesitated for a moment, then grinned. "So, about our date tomorrow."

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, where are we going?"

He leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a grand secret. "It's a surprise."

You laughed, a sound that felt like music to his ears. "Come on, give me a hint."

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "You'll just have to wait and see."

You pouted playfully, crossing your arms. "You're no fun."

"Oh, I'm plenty of fun," Sukuna teased, winking at you. “You'll see."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Alright, Mr. Mysterious. What time are you picking me up?"

"How does seven sound?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, feeling more relaxed than he had all day.

"Seven it is," you agreed. "I'll be ready."

He watched you pack up the remaining of your things, feeling a warmth spread through him. You were everything he hadn't known he needed, and every moment with you felt like a gift. As both of you stood up to leave, he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for being patient with me," he said quietly.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with understanding. "Always," you replied softly. "Now, let's get out of here. I think we've both had enough studying for one day."

As both of you walked through the campus, the setting sun cast a warm glow over everything, creating a picturesque backdrop to their budding romance. Sukuna stole glances at you, marveling at how effortlessly beautiful you are. You caught him looking a few times, and each time you did, you would blush and smile, making his heart flutter.

"So, tell me, Mr. Mysterious” you began, breaking the comfortable silence, "what's this big surprise you have planned?"

Sukuna chuckled. "You really think I'm going to spill the beans that easily?"

You laughed, a light, melodic sound that made Sukuna's heart skip a beat. "A girl can try, can't she?"

He grinned, squeezing your hand a little tighter. "I promise, it'll be worth the wait."

When you finally reached your dorm, Sukuna reluctantly let go of your hand. "I'll see you at seven," he said, his voice soft.

You nodded, your eyes shining with excitement. "I'll be ready."

Before you went inside, Sukuna leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips, a sweet, lingering kiss that left both of you breathless. When he pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours savoring the moment.

"See you tomorrow.” he whispered.

"See you tomorrow," you echoed, your smile lighting up his world.

As he watched you disappear into the building, Sukuna felt a surge of anticipation. Tomorrow was going to be special. He was determined to make it perfect for you, for him. He turned and began to walk away, a smile on his face and a lightness in his step. For the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt truly happy, and it was all because of you.

The next morning, Sukuna arrived at basketball practice with a spring in his step. The excitement for his date that evening was palpable, and his teammates picked up on it instantly.

"Look at Mr. Lovebird over here," Geto teased, nudging Sukuna as they stretched. "What's got you so chipper, huh?"

Sukuna laughed, shaking his head. "You guys are ridiculous."

"Oh, come on," one of the guys said. "You gotta give us something. What's the plan? Fancy dinner? Moonlit walk?"

"Strip club?" another one quipped, earning a round of laughter.

Sukuna just smiled, keeping the details to himself. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Throughout the practice, Sukuna's teammates kept the teasing going, making exaggerated kissing noises and mock serenades. Sukuna took it all in stride, enjoying the banter. Everyone seemed in good spirits, except for Gojo, who remained uncharacteristically quiet.

As they took a break, Sukuna grabbed a water bottle and sat next to Gojo, who was staring off into space, lost in thought. "Hey, man," Sukuna said, nudging him. "You alright?"

Gojo snapped out of his reverie and forced a smile. "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind."

Sukuna didn't want to press further, sensing that something was off. Instead, he decided to change the subject. "So, tonight's is my first date.”

Gojo's smile faltered, and he felt the weight of his secret pressing down on him. He knew he should try to dissuade Sukuna, but seeing his friend's happiness made it difficult. "Are you sure she's really your type?" Gojo asked, trying to sound casual. "I mean, instead of going to that date, you could come with me to Mahito's party. It's gonna be wild."

Sukuna rolled his eyes, laughing. "Come on, Gojo. You're not getting cold feet about my date, are you?"

Geto, who had overheard the conversation, chimed in. "Don’t listen to Gojo, he just mad because he doesn’t have his party partner anymore.”

Gojo shrugged, trying to mask his internal conflict with a smirk. "Just offering options, man. Parties are fun too, you know."

"Yeah, but this is more important," Sukuna said, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "I've never felt this way about someone before."

Gojo's heart sank. He knew he couldn't sabotage his friend's happiness, no matter how complicated things were. "Alright, alright," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "Go have your date.”

Sukuna grinned. "You got it."

The rest of practice flew by, the team's energy buoyed by Sukuna's excitement. But as they wrapped up and headed to the locker room, Gojo couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest. He wanted to be a good friend, to support Sukuna's happiness, but the looming threat of Mei Mei's demands hung over him like a dark cloud.

His phone rang and he saw the notification from Mei Mei.

Cunt: “Any updates?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Debating whether to tell her that his plan has failed today.

As they left the locker room, Gojo tried one last time. "Are you sure you don't want to come to Mahito's party instead? It'll be legendary."

Sukuna playfully punched Gojo's shoulder. "I'll pass, thanks. I’ll come to the next one, I swear.”

"Alright, alright," Gojo said, raising his hands in defeat. "But don't blame me if you miss out on the party of the year."

"Yeah, yeah," Sukuna replied with a grin. "I'll take my chances." He said as he walked away.

Mei Mei sat in her room, the dim light from her bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. She tapped her fingers impatiently on her desk, her eyes flicking to her phone every few seconds. She was waiting for a text from Gojo, hoping that their plan was progressing. The waiting was killing her.

Her room was neat and organized, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind. The silence felt oppressive, and she found herself crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to dispel the nervous energy coursing through her. She had always been in control, always managed to get what she wanted, but this time it felt different. This time, the stakes were higher.

Finally, her phone buzzed. She grabbed it eagerly, her heart pounding. It was a message from Gojo. She opened it, holding her breath.

Jack Frost (Cheap version): No luck today. Sukuna's still set on his date.

Mei Mei's face twisted in anger. She hurled her phone at the wall, the device hitting with a satisfying crack. She stood up, pacing the room, trying to reign in her frustration. How could this be happening? Sukuna was supposed to be easy to manipulate, but here he was, defying her expectations.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She couldn't afford to lose control. There had to be another way, another angle she could exploit. She needed to regroup and rethink her strategy.

As she picked up her now-damaged phone, she saw the screen was shattered but still functional. She would have to be more careful, more cunning. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Mei Mei was determined to get what she wanted, and she wouldn't let anyone stand in her way.

She texted Gojo back, her fingers flying over the cracked screen.

Mei Mei: You really don’t know how to do shit. Let’s talk on Monday. I have an idea.

She hit send and stared at the broken phone in her hand. Tonight was a setback, but it was far from the end. She would find a way to make Sukuna hers again, no matter what it took.

As the clock struck seven, Sukuna arrived at your dorm, his heart pounding with anticipation. He adjusted his jacket one last time and took a deep breath before knocking on your door. Moments later, the door swung open, and there you stood, a vision of beauty that took his breath away.

You wore a dress that hugged your form perfectly, the soft fabric flowing elegantly around your legs. Your hair was down, cascading in gentle waves over your shoulders, and you had done a little makeup, just enough to accentuate your natural beauty. The light scent of your perfume wafted toward him, a delicate blend of jasmine and vanilla that made his head spin.

Sukuna couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you. "You look… beautiful.” he whispered, his voice full of admiration.

You blushed, your cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. "Thank you," you replied softly.

Without another word, Sukuna leaned in and kissed your lips slowly, savoring the moment. When he pulled apart, he handed you a bouquet of flowers, freshly picked and vibrant with color.

You gasped in surprise, your eyes widening. "For me?"

"Of course," Sukuna said with a grin. "Every beautiful girl deserves flowers on her first date."

You took the bouquet, your fingers brushing against his. "They're beautiful. Thank you." You hurried back into your room to place the flowers in a vase, and Sukuna waited patiently, feeling a swell of pride at your reaction.

When you returned, both made their way outside together. Sukuna led you to the parking lot where his car was parked, shining under the streetlights. He opened the door for you, bowing slightly with a playful grin. "Your chariot awaits, milady."

You giggled, charmed by his gesture. "Thank you, kind sir," you replied, stepping into the car gracefully.

Sukuna closed the door gently behind you and walked around to the driver's side. As he got in, the subtle scent of new leather and his favorite cologne filled the car, mixing pleasantly with your perfume. He turned to you with a smile. "Comfortable?"

You nodded, looking around the car. "Very. It's nice."

"Only the best for you," he said, starting the engine. The car purred to life, and they pulled out of the parking lot.

Sukuna drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on his lap. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle tunes playing on the radio created a soothing ambiance. You looked over at him, your curiosity getting the better of you. "So, where exactly are we going?"

Sukuna flashed you a playful grin. "It's a surprise."

You giggled, shaking your head. "Mr. Mysterious.”

He drove along the winding coastal road, the sky gradually darkening as the sun began to set. After a while, he pulled up to a secluded beach. Sukuna parked the car and turned to you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"We're here," he announced.

You stepped out of the car, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "A beach?"

Sukuna chuckled, finding your bewilderment adorable. "Follow me."

He took your hand and led you down a sandy path. As you both walked, you could see something in the distance—a soft glow of lights and what appeared to be a blanket spread out on the sand. Your heart melted as you both got closer and you realized it was a beautifully set-up picnic.

"S-Sukuna" you whispered, your eyes wide with delight. "You did this?”

Sukuna grinned, pleased with your reaction. "Glad you like it."

As you both approach the picnic spot, you noticed two figures arranging the final touches. Sukuna waved at them, calling out, "Hey, dumbasses!”

The two guys looked up and broke into wide grins. "Hey, bro!" Yuuji shouted back, waving enthusiastically.

Choso straightened up and gave a thumbs-up. "Everything's ready, Sukuna."

Sukuna turned to you with a smile. "I want you to meet my brothers, Yuuji and Choso. They helped me set this up."

Yuuji bounded over, practically bouncing with excitement. "Hi! Nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you.”

You smiled and giggled, “Oh, really?”

Yuuji laughed, “No really, he won’t shut up.”

Choso followed, offering a more subdued but warm smile. "It's great to meet you."

You blushed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by their enthusiasm. "Nice to meet you both too."

Yuuji couldn't contain his excitement. "You look amazing! No wonder why Sukuna is head over heels.”

Choso nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he was super picky about every detail today. We even had to re-fold the blanket three times."

Sukuna laughed, shaking his head. "You guys are exaggerating."

Yuuji grinned. "Maybe a little. But we wanted to make sure you had a great time, you dickhead.”

As they finished up the introductions, Yuuji and Choso started to head off. Yuuji turned around dramatically, trying to suppress a laugh. "Alright, Sukuna, remember—don't come home too late, or you'll be grounded!"

Choso chimed in, pretending to be stern. "And no funny business, young man. We trust you."

Sukuna rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide his grin. "Thanks, Dad," he said sarcastically.

Yuuji and Choso laughed, waving as they walked away. "Have fun, you two!" Yuuji called over his shoulder.

Sukuna turned back to you, shaking his head with an amused smile. "Sorry about them. They're a bit much sometimes."

You laughed, feeling more at ease. "No, they're great. This is all so wonderful.”

You both walked over to the picnic setup, the blanket adorned with cozy cushions, fairy lights, and a basket filled with delicious treats. Sukuna gestured for you to sit, and you did so, still in awe of the effort he had put into making this night special.

As you settled down, Sukuna poured you each a glass of sparkling cider and handed you a plate of fresh fruit. "To a perfect evening," he said, raising his glass.

"To a perfect evening," you echoed, clinking your glass with his.

The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore provided the perfect backdrop for the romantic beach picnic.

As the evening progressed, both found yourselves nestled comfortably on the picnic blanket. Your head was resting on Sukuna's thigh, and he gently played with your hair as you both gazed out at the waves crashing gently against the shore in the dark night. The fairy lights cast a warm glow around you, adding a touch of magic to the scene. Both talked and laughed, sharing stories and jokes, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

You looked up at him, your eyes soft and vulnerable. "You know, I've never fallen in love before," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "This is my first time going out with someone."

Sukuna's heart ached with a mix of tenderness and guilt. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Really? How come you've never gone out with someone before?"

You sighed, your eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I was scared. Scared of being made fun of or used. I've always been cautious, and this... this is the first time I've overcome my fears."

Hearing your fears mirrored his own internal struggles. Sukuna felt a pang of guilt. He had been part of a bet, something so trivial and hurtful, but his feelings for you had grown genuine. He knew he had to make things right.

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise to take care of you. I won't let anyone hurt you, and I'll always be here for you." He smiled, kissing your forehead, “I promise to take care of your heart.”

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears, touched by his words. Sukuna leaned down and kissed you gently, a kiss that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words. When hr pulled apart, you smiled, your cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" Sukuna asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

You were surprised, your eyes widening in delight. A giggle escaped your lips, and you covered your mouth with your hand. "Y-Yes," you said, your voice filled with excitement and joy. "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Sukuna grinned, his heart soaring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "I have something for you."

You opened the box and gasped, seeing a delicate heart locket inside. You took it out, your hands trembling slightly with emotion. "It's beautiful," you whispered.

Sukuna took the locket and clasped it around your neck. "This is a symbol of my promise to you," he said softly. "To always be there for you, to cherish and protect you."

You touched the locket, your eyes filled with love. "I promise I won't take it off," you said, your voice choked with emotion. “B-But, Kuna, I didn’t get anything for you.” You said

He smiled and kissed you again, “You can give me all of your kisses.”

Both of you spent the rest of the evening under the stars, your hearts intertwined, knowing that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

As Sukuna drove back to the dorms, the evening's events replayed in his mind, a warm glow of happiness spreading through him. You were sitting beside him, your head resting on his shoulder.

When he arrived, he walked you to your door, reluctant to say goodnight.

You looked up at him with those doe eyes that always made his heart skip a beat. "Do you want to come inside for a bit?" You asked shyly.

Sukuna's cheeks flushed a deep red, surprising even himself. He wasn't used to feeling so bashful. "Yes” he smiled and chuckled.

You giggled at his reaction, finding it endearing. You opened the door and led him inside. As he stepped into your room, he was struck by how perfectly it reflected your personality. The walls were adorned with framed pictures of your family and friends, a collection of plushies sat on your bed, and shelves were lined with books and various trophies from your achievements.

He walked over to one of the picture frames, smiling at a photo of you as a child, missing a front tooth but grinning from ear to ear. "This is adorable," he said, his heart swelling with affection.

You blushed and smiled. "Thanks. It's a bit messy, but it's home."

He continued to look around, admiring the little details that made the room uniquely yours. Then he turned to see you pouring a glass of water. You handed it to him, fingers brushing lightly. Before he knew it, he set the glass aside and pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle melding of lips that quickly grew more intense. You responded eagerly, your hands winding around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. Both of you stumbled slightly, laughing against each other's lips, and Sukuna lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He carried you to the bed, gently laying you down and positioning himself on top of you. His kisses became more fervent, more urgent, as he trailed them down your neck, nibbling your ear and eliciting soft gasps from you. Your breathing grew faster, and you moaned his name, sending a thrill through him.

His hand began to travel down your side, sliding towards your thigh. But suddenly, you tensed and gently grabbed his hand to stop him. "K-Kuna, I'm …” you whispered, looking away in embarrassment. “I’m not ready.”

Sukuna immediately stopped, his eyes softening. He gently cupped your face, turning you to look at him. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly as he kissed you softly. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I promise."

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of relief and worry. "But... won't you be mad?"

He smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Mad? No way. I made a promise to take care of you, remember? That means respecting your boundaries too baby. We'll do it when you're ready, and if you're never ready, that's okay too. I won't leave you…you're more important to me than anything else."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. "Thank you, Kuna.” You whispered.

He kissed you gently, a kiss full of love and reassurance. "I love it when you call me like that, bookworm," he murmured against your lips.

"Kuna!” You giggled at your nickname, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

Sukuna lingered at your door for a moment longer, savoring the sweet goodbye kiss you both shared. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and smiled warmly. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight," you replied, your eyes twinkling with happiness.

With one last kiss, Sukuna turned and made his way back to his dorm. The walk was filled with a sense of elation, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. As he approached the door, he could hear faint whispers and shuffling from inside. Yuuji and Choso were obviously waiting for him.

He opened the door, and as soon as he stepped inside, Yuuji and Choso sprang to their feet, eyes wide with anticipation.

"So?" Yuuji blurted out, barely able to contain his excitement.

Sukuna couldn't hold back his grin. "I have a girlfriend now."

The room erupted into chaos. Yuuji and Choso started shouting and cheering, jumping around like kids on Christmas morning. Yuuji grabbed a pillow and started waving it around like a victory flag, while Choso clapped Sukuna on the back so hard he nearly stumbled.

“Idiots,” Sukuna chuckled, rolling his eyes as he watched them.

Feel free to comment <3 new chapter in two days :’)

[kentobb]

Well, one more chapter for today and I will be taking a two day break (I work). 🩷 But I want to thank yall for the comments on my post! They help me to continue! 🩷 feel free to write, comment and tell me what you think <3 Be tune, in 10 minutes, theres going to be part four :’)

[kentobb]

The Bet (Part Three)

Characters: College! Sukuna x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Foul Language, Physical Fight, Mention of blood, a little suggestive perhaps.

Author’s note: Thank you for yall support 🩷 English is not my first language :’) and you guys have been super nice

Part 01, Part 02, Part 04

Sukuna's heart raced. "What's going on?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual but feeling the tension in the air.

"Gojo told us about the bet," Choso said, his voice laced with disappointment. "Why, Sukuna? Why would you do that?"

Sukuna's stomach dropped. He didn't want to have this conversation, not now. "What bet? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb," Yuuji snapped, stepping closer. "The bet you made with Gojo about her."

Sukuna's jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to us! At least be a man and confess.”Choso's voice was louder now, echoing through the apartment. "Gojo told us everything. How could you?"

Sukuna felt a surge of anger and defensiveness. "That piece of shit…”

"This isn't about Gojo!" Yuuji shouted. "It's about you and what you did."

Sukuna turned away, running a hand through his hair. "Look, is just a stupid bet…it doesn’t mean anything.”

"Doesn’t mean anything?" Choso repeated, incredulous. "You are playing with someone's feelings and it doesn’t mean anything?”

"It was just supposed to be a silly bet," Sukuna muttered, more to himself than to them. "I- I haven’t… nothing has happened.”

"Is that why you’re still speaking to her? Hanging with her?” Yuuji's voice was full of disbelief. "I can’t believe it, Sukuna. After all you have been through and you decide to do this shit?”

Sukuna whirled around, his eyes flashing. "It isn’t like that!”

"Then what was it like?" Choso demanded. "Explain it to us, because right now, you just look like a jerk. You’re doing what Mei Mei did to you.”

Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His own brother throwing those words against him. Yes, he had fallen in love with Mei Mei a long time ago, yes, she played with his feelings and yes, she ended up cheating on him, and yes she still was using him for his body after they were broken up, yes, yes and YES.

Sukuna's shoulders slumped. He was caught, cornered, and there was no easy way out. "I didn't… I didn’t think I would fall for her.”

"You didn’t think? Why doesn’t that surprised me?" Yuuji echoed, his voice softer now, tinged with hurt. "Sukuna, this is wrong."

"I know," Sukuna said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's wrong."

There was a long silence, the air thick with tension.

"So why did you do it?" Choso asked finally, his voice softer but still firm. "Why did you make the bet?"

Sukuna took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It was just supposed to be fun, it was just random. I didn't think... I didn't think it would turn into this."

"And now?" Yuuji pressed. "What do you think now?"

Sukuna hesitated, the truth weighing heavily on his chest. "Now... now it's different."

"Different how?" Choso asked, his eyes narrowing.

Sukuna looked at his brothers, the guilt and shame evident on his face. "I- I like her, okay? I didn't mean for it to happen, but I do. I like her."

Yuuji and Choso stared at him, shocked.

"You... you like her?" Yuuji repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes…" Sukuna admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "I didn't plan for it, but I do. And now I don't know what to do, okay?”

"Y- You need to tell her," Yuuji said, his voice softer but still firm. "She deserves to know the truth."

Sukuna spun around, his eyes desperate. "If I tell her, she'll never speak to me again. And I really like her. I can't lose her."

Yuuji and Choso exchanged a glance, their anger giving way to understanding. "So you really care about her?" Choso asked.

"Yes," Sukuna said, his voice breaking. "I have never felt like this for anyone…” He sighed, “We… we kissed today…” He looked away, “It just felt… right.”

Yuuji eyes widened as he looked at Choso. Yuuji sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Sukuna…”

"Yuuji.” Sukuna said firmly. "I mean it. I care about her. It's not just some bet anymore.”

Yuuji sighed as he looked at Choso who looks defeated, “We won't say anything. But you can't screw this up, Sukuna.” He said as he gave him a small smile, “You have to be honest with her in everything else…you owe her that much."

Sukuna trudged back to his room after the intense confrontation with Yuuji and Choso. His heart felt heavy with the weight of their words, and the guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. Closing the door behind him, he collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to process everything.

His phone buzzed on his pants, snapping him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and saw a message from you.

Bookworm :): "Goodnight, Sukuna. Thanks for today. It was really fun :)"

He couldn't help but smile at the screen. The memory of your kiss came rushing back, the feel of your soft lips, the faint taste of them. It was a simple, sweet moment that had stirred something deep inside him. Despite everything, you had managed to make him feel genuinely happy.

Lying back on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day. Walking through the museum together, the lighthearted conversations, the way you had looked at him with those doe eyes... And that kiss. He couldn't shake the image from his mind, the way your cheeks had flushed, the way you had leaned into him.

He wanted more. He wanted to see you smile, hear you laugh, and taste those lips again.

Sukuna typed out a response, his fingers hesitating over the keys for a moment before he pressed send.

Sukuna: "Goodnight. I had a great time too. Let's do it again."

He put the phone down and took a deep breath.

The next morning, Sukuna stormed into the locker room, his mind still reeling from the confrontation with his brothers. As he shoved his gear into his locker, he spotted Gojo across the room, casually tossing his things into his own locker. The sight of him ignited a fire in Sukuna's chest, and without a second thought, he crossed the room and swung his fist.

Gojo barely had time to react before Sukuna's punch landed squarely on his jaw, sending him stumbling backward. The locker room fell silent as the other players turned to watch, shock and confusion etched on their faces.

"What the fuck, dickhead?" Gojo yelled, wiping the blood from his nose.

"Why did you tell my brothers about the bet?" Sukuna growled, advancing on him.

Gojo raised his hands defensively, but there was a smirk playing on his lips. "It was an accident! I had too much to drink."

"Accident, my ass!" Sukuna lunged at him again, but this time, their teammates stepped in to hold him back.

"Come on, Sukuna, calm down!" one of the players shouted, struggling to keep a grip on him.

Gojo, still rubbing his nose, looked at Sukuna with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "What's your problem, man? Guilty conscience?"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. "You don't get it. You have no idea what you've done."

Gojo's expression hardened. "Oh, I get it. You're feeling guilty because you actually like her. You’re such a hypocrite.”

Sukuna tried to break free from his teammates' grip, but they held him firm. "Fucking shut up, Gojo!"

Gojo's smirk returned, more malicious this time. “You know, the bet was to fuck her and prove everyone what we already know… that you’re a man whore and that she… eventually…” Gojo said breathlessly as he looks at Geto who was pleading him with his eyes to shut the fuck up, “Will be one of your fuck toys.”

That was the final straw. Sukuna broke free and launched himself at Gojo, landing another punch that sent him crashing into the lockers. The room erupted into chaos as the other players tried to separate them, shouting and struggling to keep the two apart.

"You don't talk about her like that!" Sukuna shouted, his voice raw with anger.

Gojo pushed himself up, his face flushed with rage. "Why? Because you've fallen for her? You're pathetic, Sukuna!"

The two continued to grapple, trading punches and insults until the coach burst into the room, his face a mask of fury. "What the hell is going on here?"

The players finally managed to pull Sukuna and Gojo apart, both of them panting and bloodied. The coach's eyes blazed as he looked between them. "You two, with me. Now."

They were marched to the college administration office, the coach trailing behind them, seething with anger. Inside, the dean looked up from his desk, frowning as they entered.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

"They were fighting in the locker room," the coach explained, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. "These are my two best players, and they're at each other's throats."

The dean sighed, rubbing his temples. "You two are lucky I'm just giving you a warning. Another incident like this, and you'll be off the team. Do you understand?"

Sukuna and Gojo nodded, both too exhausted and bruised to argue. As they left the office, the tension between them was palpable. They walked in silence, their friendship hanging by a thread.

Back in the locker room, the other players watched them warily. Sukuna didn't meet Gojo's eyes as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. The pain in his knuckles was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart.

As he walked out of the locker room, he couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same between them. And deep down, he wondered if he deserved it.

Sukuna walked into class, the morning light highlighting the fresh bruises on his face. He tried to keep his posture relaxed, as if the fight hadn’t taken a toll on him. His eyes scanned the room until they found you, seated in your usual spot. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw him, your concern evident.

“Sukuna, what happened?” You asked, your voice filled with worry as he took the seat next to you.

“It’s nothing,” he said with a forced smile, attempting to brush off your concern. “Just a misunderstanding.”

Before you could probe further, the door opened again, and Gojo walked in, sporting similar bruises. The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment as the students took in the sight of both their bruised classmates. The tension between Sukuna and Gojo was palpable, and it didn’t take a genius to realize they had fought.

Your gaze flicked between the two, confusion and worry etched on your face. “Did you two…?” You began, but Sukuna cut you off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s nothing you need to be concerned with.”

You glanced over at Gojo, who was staring directly at you, his expression unreadable. Gojo had never paid you much attention before, but now his gaze seemed to hold something deeper, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. The intensity of his stare made you uncomfortable, and you turned back to Sukuna, who was glaring at Gojo.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“I’m fine,” Sukuna reassured you, though his eyes never left Gojo. “It was just a stupid fight.”

You nodded, though you weren’t entirely convinced. There was something about the way Gojo was looking at you that made you feel uneasy, like there was a secret you weren’t privy to. The classroom buzzed with murmurs and whispers, but you couldn’t focus on any of it. All you could think about was the tension between Sukuna and Gojo, and what could have possibly caused it.

As the class began, you noticed Gojo stealing glances at you and Sukuna. Sukuna, for his part, seemed intent on pretending everything was fine, but you could see the strain in his eyes. The bruises on his face were a stark reminder of whatever had transpired between him and Gojo.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, you gathered your things quickly. Sukuna noticed and immediately moved to help you, ruffling your hair playfully. He picked up your bag without a second thought, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Thanks, Sukuna," you said softly, smiling up at him.

"No problem," he replied, his voice light. As you both walked out of the classroom together, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances from your classmates. Sukuna, the school’s notorious popular heartbreaker, was carrying your bag and being surprisingly sweet.

Gojo, seeing the whole scene, rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

You both made your way to the library, the path familiar and comforting. You looked up at him, concern in your eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t really tell me what happened.”

Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head. “It was just a stupid fight. A boy thing. Nothing to worry about.”

You wanted to press further, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. For god sakes, you haven’t even spoken about the kiss. “Okay, if you say so,” you said softly.

You arrived at the library and found a cozy, secluded corner in the reading section where no one else was around. Both of you sat down on the floor, Sukuna in front of you, leaning against the shelves, as you pulled out your books. You tried to focus on your reading, but you couldn’t help but steal glances at Sukuna. The bruises on his face were a stark reminder of the fight he had mentioned, and your mind kept drifting back to the kiss you both shared.

Sukuna noticed your glances and decided to break the tension with some playful teasing. “So,” he began, a smirk playing on his lips, “what did you do this weekend?”

You looked at him, confused for a moment, then caught on to his game. “Oh, I went to the museum,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“With anyone special?” he asked, his tone light and teasing.

“Actually, yes,” you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. “I went with a… guy.”

Sukuna laughed, a genuine, deep laugh that made your heart skip a beat. “Oh really? Was he handsome?”

You giggled, “He was ugly.” and Sukuna acted offended.

You pretended to think about something, “We walked around the museum and saw the exhibitions.”

He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart. “Did you have a good time with him?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Yes… I did.”

“Did he kissed you?” Sukuna asked, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone as he took his book and sat next to you on the floor, your shoulders brushing. As you glanced up at him, a playful smile danced on your lips.

“We might have kissed,” you said softly, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

He looked around, confirming that you were indeed alone in the secluded corner of the library. Turning back to you, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Did it go something like this?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Before you could respond, Sukuna leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, capturing you in a gentle kiss. Your initial surprise melted away, and you began to giggle against his mouth, a sound that made his heart swell with warmth.

Your laughter was infectious, and he pulled back slightly, smiling down at you. You’re adorable when you laugh,” he said, his voice full of affection.

You blushed, looking down at both your hands resting on the floor. Sukuna felt a surge of tenderness, and without thinking, he reached out, his fingers moving towards yours. You noticed his hand and with a shy smile you locked your fingers with his.

You sat like that for a while, books forgotten. The simple act of holding hands felt intimate, more meaningful than any words could convey. Your head moved slightly, leaning towards him, and Sukuna felt a wave of contentment wash over him.

He squeezed your hand gently, and you responded in kind, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. You resumed reading, but the atmosphere between you had shifted. The air was charged with a quiet, unspoken connection that bound you together more strongly than before.

Every now and then, you would glance up at him, and he would catch your eye, both of you sharing a secret smile. The world outside the little corner of the library seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of warmth and affection.

Sukuna couldn’t help but steal glances at you, marveling at how the light played on your features. You looked so serene, so focused on your book, and yet, he knew you were aware of his every movement. Your presence was soothing, grounding him in a way he had never experienced before.

As you continued to read, Sukuna felt your head rest gently on his shoulder. He turned slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. You sighed contentedly, and he felt a deep sense of peace settle over him.

Gojo made his way to the infirmary. The bruises and cuts from his fight with Sukuna were throbbing, and he needed to clean himself up, again. He entered the quiet, sterile room, expecting to be alone, but was surprised to find Mei Mei already there, looking for ibuprofen for her headache.

She glanced up as he entered, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his battered face. “Gojo, you look like hell! What happened?,” she asked grabbing some gauze and antiseptic. “Come here, let me help.”

He hesitated for a moment but then sat down on one of the beds. He winced as she dabbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol on a particularly nasty cut on his cheek. “Easy,” he muttered, hissing in pain.

“Hold still,” she chided, though there was a softness in her tone. “What happened to you?”

“Sukuna” Gojo replied vaguely, his jaw clenched. “We had a… what we call disagreement.”

MeiMei eyes widened, she continued to clean his wounds, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Was it over a girl?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I wish it was that simple,” he said. “No…this is… another matter.”

She arched an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “I don’t understand. Why would you idiots fight then?”

He looked at her for a moment, debating whether to divulge the truth. He needed someone to talk to. He knew she wasn’t the best person to go to, he knows how she feels about Sukuna. He knows that she is in love with his best friend. That she has been on the chase for him— but he needed to vent, he needed to—

“We made a bet… a hundred bucks to hook up with a girl. And I… I drank to much that night and I told Yuuji about it. And fuck…he beat the fuck out of me, you know?”

Mei Mei’s eyes widened, and she paused in her ministrations. “Did… did he won?” she asked almost incredulously.

“No.” Gojo said, “He caught feelings.” He said with a bitter smile. “He has genuinely fallen for her.”

For a moment, Mei Mei was silent, processing this new information. A myriad of emotions flashed across her face—shock, curiosity, and something else, something hopeful. She carefully hid that last emotion, focusing instead on the task at hand. “Well,” she said, her voice measured, “It sounds like he’s in quite the predicament.”

“You could say that,” Gojo agreed, wincing again as she pressed a little too hard on one of his cuts.

Mei Mei continued to tend to his wounds, her mind racing. This revelation changed everything. If Sukuna had genuine feelings for you, it meant that his relationship with her was truly over. But it also meant that she knew something you didn’t.

She finished bandaging Gojo’s injuries and sat back, looking at him thoughtfully. “You should work things out with Sukuna,” she said finally. “Best friends shouldn’t let something like this come between them.”

Gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know.”

“Then start by talking to him,” Mei Mei suggested. “You two have been through too much together to let this ruin your friendship.”

Gojo nodded, appreciating her advice despite the circumstances. “Thanks, MeiMei.”

She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Anytime, Gojo. And for what it’s worth, I hope things work out for both of you.”

As Gojo left the infirmary, Mei Mei’s mind whirled with possibilities. Sukuna’s newfound feelings didn’t necessarily spell the end for her ambitions. In fact, it might even give her an edge. She had always been good at playing the long game, and this situation was no different. If she could manipulate things just right, she might still have a chance to win Sukuna back.

She knows, she thinks, that Sukuna will get bored of you. And he will crawl back to her when you don’t give him what he needs…

Sex.

As Sukuna noticed the time, he realized it was almost time for practice. Reluctantly, he stood up and gently kissed your forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the connection between you. You looked up at him with a warm, content smile.

“I’ve got to head to practice,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’ll be here when I’m done, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes twinkling with happiness. “I’ll be here,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

Sukuna started gathering his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Before he turned to leave, he paused, a thought crossing his mind. “Hey,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, “how about we go on a date tomorrow night?”

Your face lit up with a radiant smile, and you nodded eagerly. “I’d love that, Sukuna.”

His heart swelled with affection as he reached out to squeeze your hand. “Great. I’ll plan something special,” he promised, his eyes shining with anticipation.

“Can’t wait,” you replied, your cheeks flushing with happiness.

As he started to walk away, he glanced back one more time, taking in the sight of you sitting there with that beautiful smile. “See you later,” he called, his voice filled with warmth.

“See you,” you replied, waving softly.

With his heart lighter than it had been in a long time, Sukuna made his way to practice, already counting down the hours until he could see you again.

By the time practice rolled around, he felt drained but knew he had to push through. As he entered the locker room, he noticed Gojo already there, lacing up his shoes. The air was thick with tension; they hadn't spoken since their fight.

Gojo looked up, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The room was silent, the animosity between them palpable. Their teammates exchanged glances, noticing the thick tension.

"Alright, this has gone on long enough," Geto muttered to the rest of the team. "They need to sort this out."

In the middle of practice break, the team subtly maneuvered Gojo and Sukuna into the locker room under the guise of needing to discuss strategy. As soon as they were inside, Geto and the others shut the door and locked it from the outside.

"Hey! What the hell?" Gojo shouted, pounding on the door. "Let us out!"

"Not until you two work things out!" Geto's voice came muffled through the door, followed by laughter from the other teammates.

Sukuna and Gojo exchanged a glare. "This is ridiculous," Sukuna muttered.

"Open the fucking door you emo!” Gojo snapped back. Only to hear Geto chuckle on the other side of the door without a care in the world.

“He’s not going to listen to you, idiot.” Sukuna said angrily as he rolled his eyes.

“Well, at least Yuuji does.” Gojo threw at him, “But since we’re stuck here, let’s get this over with.”

"Fine by me, I beat the fuck out you once, I can do it twice.” Sukuna said, crossing his arms. "Why would you tell my brothers?”

Gojo hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes. "It slipped out, okay? I didn’t mean to. I had too much to drink.”

"Didn't mean to?" Sukuna's voice rose. "You think you can just accidentally blab about something like that and get away with it?"

"Look, I was drunk and stupid," Gojo said defensively. "And about the bet…We shouldn't have made that bet in the first place."

"Don’t you think I know that?” Sukuna echoed, his voice rising. “Do you know how of a dickhead I feel now?”

"You think I don't know that now?" Gojo snapped, the guilt gnawing at him. "Then why did you agree to it?" He pressed, his anger simmering. "Why did you let it go this far?"

"Because..." Sukuna struggled to find the words. "Because I didn't think it would go anywhere. It was just supposed to be harmless fun."

"Harmless fun?" Gojo's voice was full of disbelief. "Sukuna… do you even know your own body count this year?”

Sukuna whirled around, his eyes flashing. "I was just... lost. After what happened with MeiMei, I didn’t think I could care about anyone again."

Gojo’s expression softened slightly, but he remained firm. "Then why didn't you stop when things started to change? When you realized you actually liked her?"

Sukuna’s shoulders slumped. He was caught, cornered, and there was no easy way out. "I was scared. Scared she'd find out and hate me. Scared I'd lose her."

Gojo stared at him, the anger fading from his face. "Oh shit… you really do like her.”

"Yes…”Sukuna admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "I didn't plan for it, but I do. I like her a lot. And now I don’t know what to do.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, processing the revelation. "Wow. I didn't see that coming."

"Yeah…me neither," Sukuna said, his eyesight somewhere around the locker room. “She is a sweet girl Gojo… she doesn’t deserve any of this.”

Gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You know, after what happened with Mei Mei, I never thought you'd open up to anyone again."

Sukuna nodded, the memory of Mei Mei's betrayal still a raw wound. "Yeah, me neither.” He sighed “But she's different. She makes me feel...good.”

Gojo smiled, a genuine, warm smile. "I'm happy for you, man. Really. You deserve to be happy."

"Thanks," Sukuna said, his voice thick with emotion. "But if she finds out about the bet, she'll never speak to me again."

Gojo placed a hand on Sukuna's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. I'll help you. And I won't say anything. Your secret is safe with me."

Sukuna felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thanks, man. That means a lot."

"Anytime," Gojo replied. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "So… how did it go?”

"Shut up," Sukuna laughed, playfully shoving Gojo. "We kissed.”

"Did my little boy hold her hand?" Gojo teased, winking and Sukuna simply rolled his eyes.

Sukuna and Gojo walked side by side towards the practice field, their usual banter subdued. They had patched things up after their heated argument, but Gojo couldn't shake the gnawing guilt that weighed heavily on him.

The secret was now in Mei Mei’s hands. Her knowing the truth about the bet was like a ticking time bomb in his mind.

Sukuna, on the other hand, seemed more relaxed. He was still processing everything that had happened, but he was relieved to have his best friend back on his side. He glanced over at Gojo, offering a faint smile. "Ready to kick some ass today?"

Gojo forced a grin, nodding. "Yeah, always."

As they walked, Gojo's thoughts spiraled. He had to tell Sukuna the truth, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, the fear of ruining their fragile reconciliation stopped him. Sukuna didn't know that Mei Mei was aware of the bet, and Gojo dreaded what would happen if that truth came out.

They arrived at the practice field, and the rest of the team was already warming up. Gojo watched as Sukuna seamlessly joined the drills, his movements fluid and focused. The sight made the guilt twist tighter in Gojo's gut. He couldn't keep this from Sukuna forever, but he didn't know how to break it to him without causing more pain.

As practice went on, Gojo's performance was off. His mind kept drifting back to that moment with Mei Mei, replaying the conversation over and over. He cursed himself for being so careless, for letting his guard down and betraying his friend's trust.

Sukuna noticed Gojo's distraction and jogged over during a break. "Hey, you okay? You seem off today."

Gojo swallowed hard, trying to mask his guilt. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Sukuna nodded, not pressing further. "Well, if you need to talk, you know I'm here."

"Thanks, man," Gojo replied, feeling the weight of Sukuna's trust pressing down on him even more.

As practice wrapped up and they began to head back to the locker room, Gojo felt a pang of guilt that he couldn't ignore. He needed to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat. Watching Sukuna joke around with the other teammates, Gojo made a silent vow to himself. He had to figure out how to fix this, how to protect their friendship and Sukuna's budding relationship.

Leave a comment <3 what do you think will happen next? (Spoiler: It gets messier… and you could see in the next chapter their first official date 🩷)