mahalaraewolfe

[mahalaraewolfe]

[mahalaraewolfe]

"𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄"

𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘶𝘫𝘪

*:･ﾟ✧ In which, Itadori and Sukuna both form an unusual crush on an even more unusual upper classmate. You seem so calm, yet you look deceitful and it scares Yuji to the point where he doesn't want to be around you. However, Sukuna knows what he saw, he can feel your power, so he pushes Yuji to befriend you.

────────── Disclaimer!: old humor, like, from the 2023-2024 era ──────────

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Yuji doesn't really know who you are.

He doesn't know why you're a sorcerer or how you're so much stronger than almost everyone else.

All he knows is that one day, you come on the training grounds outside with Gojo and the second years for some sort of sparring lesson.

All he knows is that you're three years older than him, with a burn mark on the inside of your elbow that trailed up to your shoulder, an eyebrow piercing, and a rather intimidating expression.

All he knew was that one moment he was fighting you, and the next moment? He was flat on his back with you restraining him.

That didn't just happen to him. It happened to his classmates too, in the same exact way. And Gojo just stood there, a pleased smirk on his face.

The second years were smart enough not to get involved, only watching since they had already gone through the same torture that had your name plastered all over it last year.

Megumi? Summoned almost all of his shikigami that wouldn't kill you. And all you did was dodge.

Dodge!?

The audacity to just just stand there, unfazed, while he attacked you, then take him down once he was exhausted? That was insane!

Same with Nobara. She tried everything she knew—from throwing her nails infused with cursed energy, to hammering her voodoo doll into a piece of cloth from your school uniform she had ripped off.

You flinched when the air around you exploded, but even with that, you still ended up winning, catching her by surprise through the smoke with ease.

Sukuna wanted to choke you out and teach you a lesson. He wasn’t even fighting you, but he was pissed just seeing you.

There was something about you that not only Sukuna, but Yuji, couldn't quite stand. Even though you were careful and calm in your movements, even though you looked sweet and gentle, he could just tell that if someone you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question.

For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably do it without hesitation.

That wasn't what bothered Sukuna, what bothered him was that you were pretending. You weren't even going all out, he could just tell.

Yuji could just tell that if a person you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question. For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably kill him without any questions asked.

He could sense that you had no morals. Your eyes told him you’d seen things that would break most people, yet you remained unbothered—like you didn’t care.

You almost reminded Yuji of Sukuna, the nauseating demon that was using him as a vessel.

You weren’t innocent, yet you looked so simple, so quiet, so tranquil. Yuji didn’t like it. You were strange, yet unchanged.

He didn’t want to be around you; he felt scared.

That might have also been partly because he could hear Sukuna’s deep voice in his head, urging him to beat the crap out of you before he jumped out and killed you instead.

Yuji didn’t know why Sukuna was freaking out, but all he knew was that he was going to fight and win.

Until he fought you—and lost scarily fast.

Sukuna felt threatened in his own habitat. He could sense the pressure you were putting on his soul, the way you were a threat. As if you could kill him instantly if you wanted to—and you hadn’t even done anything dangerous yet.

Yuji lost faster than his classmates, never even getting a chance to use his cursed energy to attack. You just somehow got behind him, and it was over.

Now here he is, far too close to you as you restrain his hands, sitting between his legs so he can’t kick you.

He probably would have been turned on by your body against his if it weren’t for the dark, psycho stare you gave him. It was a glare that made it clear you were willing to kill him if he did anything out of line.

Still, he felt a little hot, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the sparring.

Quickly after letting him go, you stood up and offered your hand. But Yuji dismissed you, not wanting to be near you for another second due to his embarrassment. He simply got up and walked away, sulking from his loss.

Nobara scolded him, telling him not to be a sore loser, while Megumi left, standing next to the bleachers as Gojo praised you and turned to his students.

Gojo explained that he started the day with an unfair sparring match with you because they needed to understand that hand-to-hand combat couldn’t just be learned—it had to become muscle memory.

He was basically making it clear that they would all be screwed against you because you were a killing machine who didn’t need to think.

Lesson learned. Whatever.

Yuji let it go, choosing not to be around you just in case he was misjudging you. If he was wrong, he didn’t want to be rude and accuse you of something you weren’t.

Besides, he thought you were hot—though that was beside the point.

Unfortunately, you intrigued Sukuna. He couldn’t sense any cursed energy from you, yet he could tell you were dangerous. And what better way to figure out what you were than to pester Yuji non-stop until he was exhausted?

“What do you even want?!” Yuji groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he lay in his dorm room, desperate for sleep. For nearly a month, Sukuna had been harassing him with endless comments about you—your presence, your movements, the way you carried yourself. And worst of all, how your body felt against his.

…Okay, maybe that last thought was just Sukuna being Sukuna. But the rest was frustrating enough to keep Yuji from getting any decent sleep.

“I want you to get close,” Sukuna said, his voice smug. Yuji almost recoiled in anger as the cursed spirit’s eye appeared on his cheek.

“That’s even more reason not to,” Yuji grumbled, forcing himself upright with a yawn. “You don’t do anything unless it benefits you.”

“I couldn’t care less what you think I’m planning,” Sukuna replied. “I just want to talk. Maybe play a bit.” His eye disappeared, replaced by a mouth that curved into a sharp grin.

“Exactly why I won’t do it! They don’t deserve to have your nasty ass hanging around them!” Yuji snapped, flicking the light on. He needed to move—anything to escape this stupid conversation.

“Watch your tongue, brat,” Sukuna warned, voice dark. “You and I both know what we saw in those eyes.”

Yuji had to admit—Sukuna was right. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that you were just an ordinary person, it wasn’t true.

You were more than that.

Whether you were depressed or some kind of high-functioning sociopath, one thing was certain—you weren’t innocent. You were dangerous. Borderline evil.

It was an unbridled power that even Gojo didn’t emanate. And the fact that Sukuna could sense it—despite being trapped in a body he couldn’t fully control—was unsettling. Just how strong were you?

“…Why?” Yuji asked with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Sukuna backtracked, going silent for a long while.

Finally. Peace. Maybe Yuji could actually sleep now.

He exhaled, flicked off the light, and crawled back into bed.

Silence.

Only the sound of his own breathing filled the room.

Until—

“If you must know—”

“Oh no. Oh my gosh.” Yuji groaned, shoving his face into his pillow. He did not want to hear Sukuna’s annoying voice right now. He didn’t want to think about you—who you were or what you might be.

“Quiet, brat. I was about to explain myself, but now I won’t, since I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“I didn’t ask for yours either.”

“You did when you swallowed my finger.”

Someone. Help. Him. Please.

He was going to strangle himself.

Sukuna could get used to bullying Yuji into doing whatever he wanted him to do, if it was this easy, then he could get anything.

“Let me sleep,” Yuji whined, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a dull thud. There was no way he was going to survive this.

“No,” Sukuna sneered. “Go talk to them. Otherwise, the next time I take control—I’ll kill them.”

“Damn it!” Yuji yelled, pushing himself up from the floor and stomping over to his dresser.

He pulled on his socks.

Then his slippers.

A shirt? Not worth the effort.

Instead, he grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself like some sleep-deprived gremlin. The exhaustion was so overwhelming it was almost funny.

Opening his dorm room door, he stepped into the silent hallway—only to immediately trip over his own feet and crash to the ground.

He let out a pitiful whine before groggily picking himself up. Hopefully, no one else had woken up. Not that he cared at this point. He was so done with life.

“Pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed in the back of his mind, barely holding back laughter.

“Shut up,” Yuji muttered, trudging down the hallway.

He wandered around, trying to remember which dorm was yours. When he finally found it, he hesitated before knocking lightly.

Waited, then knocked again.

If he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t be doing this. But he was so sleep-deprived he could hardly care how stupid he looked.

After a moment of silence, he knocked again, groaning under his breath. Screw it. The door was unlocked anyway.

Pushing it open, Yuji frowned when he realized the room was empty. He couldn’t help but admire how neat your room was as well. It was annoyingly spotless.

With an exasperated sigh, he shut the door. So much for that. Clearly, you weren’t sleeping—at least, not in your dorm.

Dragging his feet, he made his way back toward his dorm, passing the shared kitchen—then stopping in his tracks.

There you were.

Sitting on a stool in front of the counter, casually eating an apple while reading the back of some random box. You looked completely at ease, as if the late hours didn’t bother you at all.

Yuji watched for a moment, taking in how calm you seemed. For some reason, right then and there, he didn’t feel like you were hiding anything.

Was this really the same person who had kicked his ass a month ago?

Slowly, Yuji stepped into the dim kitchen light, trying not to startle you while also attempting to look casual. He reached for a cup, filling it with water as if that was the only reason he was here.

“Hey… how are you doing?” He asked with a small, tired smile, stifling a yawn. He didn't really want to make small talk, but he might as well before Sukuna decided to say something. Hopefully, you wouldn’t think he was weird.

“Good,” You nodded as you let out a quiet yawn of your own.

It was only then that he noticed something.

Something baffling.

Something flabbergasting.

Something that absolutely bamboozled him.

He could go on and on, but the bottom line was—what he was witnessing should’ve been illegal.

“…Are you eating a bell pepper?” Yuji blurted, completely forgetting to keep up the act of getting water.

“Yes… why?” You replied, taking another bite like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Yuji wasn’t upset that you were eating a bell pepper—he knew they were healthy. He wasn’t even upset that you were eating it without cutting it up.

No.

He was upset that he had thought it was an apple in the first place.

This was a problem because never in his life had he seen a human being—of any age—eat a raw, uncut bell pepper like it was a casual snack.

Like it was a fruit.

“Oh… okay. Um… wow. Well… good night?”

Who knew he could feel horny and deeply confused at the same time?

He wasn’t even sure if it was horniness—he just knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to be around you now.

You ate a bell pepper like you were just casually flipping off nature. Like, ‘Screw you and your apples.’

There was no way you were evil. No damn way someone with villainous intent could eat a bell pepper like that, people who were evil wouldn't have outed themselves that easily by doing what regular people never think of doing.

“Good night,” You sighed with a small but polite smile.

And then he saw your eyes again.

They were pretty—serious in color, a little blank—but this time, he could tell. You weren’t just going through the motions.

You were present.

And for the first time, you looked calm. Maybe even… happy.

“Wait… um, do you remember me?” Yuji asked, deciding to take a seat on the stool next to you.

“Yes… You’re Itadori, right?” you replied with the same relaxed smile, yawning before taking another bite of your bell pepper.

He still wasn’t over that. You were acting like it was completely normal.

“Yep, that’s me,” Yuji grinned, pointing at himself—only to feel his cheek start to move.

Damn it.

"Hey, brat."

“Brat?” you echoed, glancing at the sudden mouth on his cheek before looking back at Yuji himself.

“Sorry! That’s Sukuna. He, uh… does that sometimes.” Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

“Oh, right… He has a title, doesn’t he?”

"I’m the King of Curses, you weakling," Sukuna muttered, attempting to sound menacing.

But if he was expecting a reaction, he didn’t get one.

Instead, Sukuna found himself weirdly intrigued by the way your expression subtly shifted. The way you carried yourself now—calm, a little tired—was so different from the person who had fought him before.

And for some reason, he was drawn to that contrast.

“Well, nice to meet you,” You started, but before you could finish, the curse interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever. Don’t you forget it, rat! I’ll have you kn—"

“I’ll give you a moment to shut up.”

You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t even look particularly threatening. But the bored and tired way you said it made Sukuna instantly go quiet.

Yuji blinked in shock.

“…Is he always this articulate?” you asked Yuji, teasing amusement slightly in your tone.

Yuji couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, he’s an ass. And honestly? He’s kinda vile.”

“Well, he is the King of Curses.” You replied, completely unbothered.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, but you didn’t mind the company. Your insomnia wasn’t letting you sleep anyway, so this was a decent distraction.

“So… your night going well, Y/N?” Yuji asked, watching as you took another bite of your bell pepper.

“Yep. Yours?” You yawned.

“Good, good…” He nodded, then—seemingly out of nowhere—blurted, “How do you feel about Jennifer Lawrence?”

What a fun question.

“How do I feel about her? Well… she’s a great actress,” You shrugged, thinking back to the one movie you’d seen her in. That, and the interview where she randomly pulled a Rubik’s cube out of a plate of Jell-O.

“Yep…” Yuji nodded, though he looked like he was waiting for more.

Wait.

Didn’t both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson star in, like, three movies together?

That was something you could talk about.

“So… Have you seen that Josh Hutcherson edit?”

Yuji immediately groaned. “No! Don’t remind me of that tiktok trend! It’s all over my for you page and I’m gonna lose my shit!”

Safe to say, the two of you basically became best friends that night.

Now, Yuji definitely doesn’t hate you. In fact, he likes being around you a lot. You two have secret handshakes, inside jokes, and far too many conversations about Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson.

Of course, Nobara loves calling him out for it. She says that he acts like a lost puppy around you and Megumi just asks him not to hurt your feelings too much.

Whether it be due to how hilarious you looked when you were eating a bell pepper or the fact that you could get Sukuna to shut up if he talked outta line he didn't know why he would act that way.

Either way, Yuji respects you.

And—unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—he’s also developed a crush.

Sukuna, on the other hand? He wants absolutely nothing to do with you.

Not in a million years.

His pride has been in shambles ever since you told him to shut up that night. But what was he supposed to do? Cry about it? God forbid.

Still, as much as he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t mind being a part of your life.

…Maybe.

Though, if he were being honest, you kind of made him uncomfortable with the fact that he was willingly evil. Which was insane, considering he was literally the King of Curses. And yet, something about you unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

But Yuji knows.

So now, whenever Yuji gets tired of Sukuna’s bullshit, and you’re not around to deal with him, he pulls out the ultimate weapon: You.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna let you out and tell Y/N to beat your ass.”

"Don’t you dare, brat!"

“Then be nice.”

"How dare you—I’m the King of—"

“Y/N!! Sukuna’s being an ass again!”

"Damn it, brat! I’M SHUTTING UP!"

“... Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

"... Useless-"

“That’s it.”

"Wait! No—!"

[mahalaraewolfe]

can we maybe get a snippet of reader and Sukuna having.. a day that they had and then Sukuna leaves right.. and reader get’s the news that her husband got into an accident? 🤭🤭🫶

i think about it a lot and im kind of on the edge about it just bc i wanna keep this series light hearted 😭😭😭 i will definitely always keep it in mind as an option tho 🫶🏻 but if you’d like to know how that all went, it was basically like:

reader: *screaming, crying, throwing up after finding out. sukuna was sent flying across the freeway and his bike was smashed, she thinks he’s about to lose both of his legs or something*

doctor: “he also momentarily woke up upon arrival in a rather… agitated state. it’s quite normal for patients to do that, but umm… it took all of the security guards, male nurses, along with one doctor to get him down.” the doctor sighs, “we had to sedate him as well.”

reader: *momentarily stops sniffling from the disbelief, wondering why he has to fight everyone all the time* “what the fuck?”

doctor: “yeah.. twice, actually..” he’s just now starting to feel bad, who knew the patient that was sent from the deepest depths of hell, satans favorite fucking soldier, had a sweet wife that cared about him.

[mahalaraewolfe]

sukuna doesn't yearn, but for you, that's all he can do. a/n: for @jeonwiixard! here's your yearning!sukuna!

sukuna found you a captivating being. he couldn't decipher the intricate workings of your mind, the wellspring of kindness that seemed to flow endlessly from you.

and perhaps, he mused, that very incomprehensibility was the key to your allure. you were a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve, a melody he couldn't quite place, a vibrant painting in a world he perceived in stark blacks and reds.

you were the type of person who took in stray cats, nursing them back to health with a gentle touch. sukuna, on the other hand, couldn't fathom the appeal of these creatures, their unpredictable nature and constant demands.

he found them irritating, a nuisance. yet, he'd watch you cooing over a sickly kitten, a soft smile gracing your lips, and a strange flicker of something akin to… longing? would stir within him.

during sad movies, tears streamed down your face, a testament to your empathy. sukuna would observe this display with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.

he couldn't comprehend such vulnerability, such an outpouring of emotion for fictional characters. he, who had witnessed countless real-life tragedies, remained untouched, unmoved. yet, the sight of your tears, so genuine and unashamed, held a strange fascination for him.

even sad songs on the radio could elicit an emotional response from you, a wistful expression painting your features. sukuna would simply roll his eyes at such sentimentality, dismissing it as weakness. but even as he scoffed, a part of him, a dark and hidden part, wondered at the depth of feeling you possessed, a depth he knew he could never reach.

you nurtured life, tending your small garden with meticulous care. each delicate bloom, each vibrant green leaf, was a testament to your nurturing spirit.

sukuna, in stark contrast, reveled in destruction. he was a force of chaos, leaving a trail of brokenness and fear in his wake. your garden, a sanctuary of growth and beauty, seemed like a world apart from his own, yet he found himself drawn to it, a moth to a flickering flame.

your voice was soft, gentle, a soothing balm in a world of harsh noises. it carried a warmth that resonated with those around you, a quiet strength that commanded respect without the need for force. sukuna's voice, on the other hand, was booming, laced with power and menace. it demanded obedience, brooked no argument.

the contrast between your gentle tones and his commanding presence was stark, yet it was your soft voice that lingered in his mind, a whisper that echoed in the silence of his heart.

and yet, despite all these differences, despite the chasm that seemed to stretch between your worlds, sukuna found himself yearning for you. it wasn't just curiosity, though that had been the initial spark.

he had wanted to understand you, to unravel the mystery of your being. he had wanted to possess you, to claim you as his own, to bring your light into his darkness. but as he watched you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun as you meticulously watered your plants, he realized it was something more profound.

it wasn't just curiosity. it wasn't just a desire to conquer. it was… love. affection. a certain yearning, a deep and visceral ache that resonated within the very core of his being. he wanted to make you his, to take you with him into his world, a world of shadows and power. but he couldn't ever fathom you feeling the same.

you were too good, too kind, too pure. the thought of you reciprocating his feelings seemed like a distant dream, a fantasy he dared not indulge in. and yet, the yearning persisted, a constant, nagging reminder of the light he could never truly possess, the love he could never truly deserve. it was all he could think about, making you his, even as he knew, deep down, that you were a star too bright for his darkness.

yearning, he thinks.

[mahalaraewolfe]

Your new Sukuna fic has me thinking gym crush Sukuna, where reader signs up for a gym membership and ends up going a few weeks to work out, but staying just to see Sukuna work out all the time because awkwardness.

Sukuna assumes she’s being judgmental about his tattoos and what not and confronts her like

“You got a staring problem?”

And poor reader is all flustered and he catches on and he acts all aloof but internally he’s shocked because he’d never had a girl be interested in him (idk maybe his twin brother always outshined him lolz)

And he asks her out and she agrees and they’re just all awkward together because this giant tattooed menacing man is sitting in this tiny café with this shy lady who’s face is bright red.

down bad

pairing: gym crush!sukuna x shy!reader word count: 2.7k content: fluff, mutual pining, second-hand embarrassment if you squint, sukuna being a grumpy cutie patootie, matchmaker!jin a/n: I've never written in this format before but was TWEAKING to give this scrumptious ask something, so sorry if the pacing or anything is a little awkward :') TY FOR THE ASK ANON MUAH MUAH MUAH

gym crush! sukuna who has spent nearly every evening in the gym since he was a teenager and his twin brother told him he seriously needed to start letting off some steam on something that wasn't his patronizing classmate's face. The brooding giant would never admit to it, always claiming that the dude looked at him funny, but damn it, he was the only one allowed to make fun of the coke-bottle-lenses on Jin's new glasses.

gym crush! sukuna who found himself enjoying that little outlet of his more than he cared to admit, and had now been keeping his strict, protein-dense diet and meticulous weight-training routine up for damn near ten years now. Alongside the inches that he had sprouted up in high school, his ever-growing muscles certainly helped keep assholes away from both him and his brother.

gym crush! sukuna who's diligent and consistent efforts were clearly paying off, and you would be the first to attest to that.

gym crush! sukuna who was oblivious to the fact that he had very quickly become a strong part of your motivation to keep coming to the gym a few times a week, knowing you'd be rewarded by the sight of his glistening biceps and fiercely determined, tatted-up face as he lifted what looked to be astronomically large weights with an effortlessness that made you wonder how easy it would be for him to lift you over those bulging shoulders of his.

gym crush! sukuna who you deemed far too intimidatingly handsome to approach— not that you'd be able to summon the courage up anyway. After all, the very slim extent of your ‘flirting’ history was simply… staring and hoping whoever it was caught on eventually— not that the success rate was very high considering that unfortunately, men hadn’t yet developed a knack for mind reading just yet.

gym crush! sukuna who was currently too busy lifting a way-too-heavy barbell off of his brother's chest who insisted he could handle his twin's alarming bench-presses, to notice the far-off look in your dreamy gaze as you watched him from your spot at the leg press. Jin used to come more often with his brother when they were younger in order to keep him motivated, but his availability had become scarce since becoming a father.

gym crush! sukuna who doesn't bat an eye when his twin smiled knowingly through his pants of effort as he heaved himself off the bench and leaned in to let his larger counterpart know that he had an admirer.

gym crush! sukuna who didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that Jin was referring to you, the pretty girl that had been coming in for the past few weeks and couldn't seem to maintain a poker face for the life of you. Sure, Sukuna had grown used to the shocked stares of initial onlookers when faced with his mysterious tattoos and bulking muscles, but you had taken it to a new level.

gym crush! sukuna who kissed his teeth in irritation at the sudden reminder of your unabashed judgement, shaking his head dismissively at Jin and reminding him that, "Yeah, dumbass, everyone stares."

gym crush! sukuna who had his twin about ready to rip his hair out from the roots, because how could someone so innately astute be so hopelessly blind to the metaphorical hearts swirling in your eyes as you watched the ripples in his back flex from under his compression shirt while he maneuvered the weights back to their respective shelves.

gym crush! sukuna who seeks to get his meddling brother off of his back, only trying to prove his own point when he huffs at the man and whips his head around to face you for the first time since he'd noticed your wandering eyes.

You were far too lost in your absentminded daydreaming, thinking about a version of yourself where you'd stop being such a wuss and talk to him— maybe ask him how to use a machine that you'd feign ignorance over, or to tell him that you thought his uniquely intricate tattoos did wonders to emphasize his already prepossessing bone structure.

The theatrics of your mind ran rampant, lighting each of your senses ablaze with thoughts of the way his heated skin would brush against yours, or how you'd get a chance to feel all the fruits of his strenuous labor if he'd press against your back with those statuesque, washboard abs— and, oh my god, is he walking up to you?

gym crush! sukuna who didn't give a fuck that Jin was hot on his heels, begging him not to act on whatever brash impulse that ever-present devil on his shoulder was whispering into his ear. The smaller man watched in utter horror, though seemingly unable to turn away, as his brother bared his teeth before thinking first, as was so tragically typical of him, wiping the glittering hope from your eyes as he snapped.

"You got a fucking staring problem or what?"

gym crush! sukuna who would never admit that perhaps his twin was right, the grueling realization dousing him like a bucket of ice water and draining all the blood from his face as he watched your expression fall in what he thought he was crazy for thinking was disappointment.

It was as if it was happening in slow motion, your legs gradually lowering from the machine as your mouth opened and shut in a frantic attempt to explain yourself to the stranger you'd been fawning over for weeks now. The deep crimson that began rapidly staining your cheeks surely matched the stunning shade of red that, you were now noticing from up close for the first time, swirled in his irises.

gym crush! sukuna who should have apologized, but it was too late now as you muttered out a meek apology, far too mortified to look him in the eyes again.

"N-No, I just..." Your face grew impossibly brighter, nearly blinding the now flustered man who wasn't sure how to piece back together what his quick temper had shattered. Stumbling up from your seat on the machine, you quickly squatted down to collect the water bottle you had placed on the ground. "I'm sorry."

gym crush! sukuna who suddenly felt like the big, bad wolf in every children's tale who just bared his villainously sharp teeth at the unsuspecting, bright-eyed heroine as he watched you make a beeline toward the women's locker room. His bulking arms hung limply at his sides as he blinked owlishly at your frantic escape.

"I'm not gonna say I told you so only because I don't know how much pre-workout you had before this—"

gym crush! sukuna who shoved his balled up fist into the center of his brother's chest, not hard enough to deal any real damage, but certainly hard enough to shut him the fuck up— because how the fuck was he supposed to guess that someone like you was showing any sort of real interest in him?

After all, Jin was always the one who garnered all the positive attention— what with his bright personality and nerdish charm that seemed to make all the girls at school growing up simply melt at his feet. Even now, married and officially off the dating market, his twin was always the one who got the lingering glances and giggling compliments.

All Sukuna was used to receiving were the hushed whispers of judgement and feared sidelong glances whenever he walked into a room. Women showing interest in him were few and far between, especially not delicately pretty and sickeningly sweet ones like you.

gym crush! sukuna who's guilt was swallowing him up a bit more everyday that he came to the gym only to notice your glaring absence growing more and more gut-wrenching as the days continued to blur by.

The brash nature that had protected him from disappointment for so long was now instead the root of his disappointment for once, and for the first time he was beginning to doubt himself.

gym crush! sukuna who nearly drops an unforgiving amount of weight onto his toes when he catches a glimpse of your pretty, pink workout set in his peripheral after nearly two whole weeks of your absence.

It had been an intense internal battle of whether or not you should come back or not. On one hand, the crushing mortification of having to face this man again after getting called out for your stalker like gawking was palpable and suffocating.

On a more practical note though, you had already caved and paid for the year membership to this gym that had definitely put a sizable dent in your bank account, and no amount of cringe-worthy wallowing in your own self-pity was going to excuse the amount of money you were wasting each day you didn't show.

So, when you saw that familiar head of pink hair, you immediately booked your sorry-ass to the opposite side of the gym, your heart racing far faster than you could blame on the fifteen minute cardio workout you had just completed.

gym crush! sukuna who was willing himself to come up with any opportunity to gravitate toward the area of the gym you were currently taking up, but couldn't for the life of him think of what he would say should he face you again, because sorry sure as hell wasn't in his vocabulary.

His eyes would catch yours from across the room, but you'd always make quick work to avert your gaze, that burning flush that would rush to your cheeks reminding him of his atrocious behavior each time.

gym crush! sukuna who finally spots his chance when he sees your sweet face scrunched in panicked frustration as your fingertips struggled to reach the stop bar on the leg press you were currently using. It was clear through the tremble in your thighs that your sore muscles were about to give out on you if you couldn't get this damned torture device to let up in the next ten seconds.

gym crush! sukuna who springs into action, dropping the barbell he had been hoisting over his shoulders and not giving a fuck about the alarmingly loud clang that rang through the otherwise quiet gym as it hit the floor unforgivingly.

Surely an employee would be coming by at any second to apprehend him for the improper handling of the equipment, but right now he dared anyone to try to stop him— because he could already see another sorry ass man stopping what he was doing to come help you, and Sukuna would be damned if that twig stole his moment.

Practically shouldering the audacious man out of the way, he smacked a firm hand on the press you were currently struggling to hold up on your exhausted legs, lifting the weight from your feet while slipping his foot under the stop to lock it safely back into place.

gym crush! sukuna who watched with bated breath as you finally processed who had come to your rescue, glancing frantically between him and his outstretched hand in apprehension.

"Thank you." You muttered bashfully, finally placing your comparably smaller hand into his monstrous palm so he could steady you as you stood from the machine on doe-like, trembling legs. The protective hand he placed at the center of your back for support certainly did nothing for your racing nerves.

He only clicked his tongue in response, peering off to the side as though irritated that he had to come help you. Deep down though, the pink-haired man knew that if he looked at you right now that his face would soon match your blush stricken one.

"How 'bout adjusting the damn machine before you get onto it?"

gym crush! sukuna who realized he once again spoke out of line, cursing himself under his breath as he watched you cast your eyes down to your shoes, a flustered apology spilling from your anxiously bitten lips.

"Sorry, I-I'm kind of new to this stuff, so I don't really know how all of the machines—"

"Quit fucking apologizing, will ya'?"

gym crush! sukuna who demands asks you to get coffee with him one of these days— so he could teach you about proper gym safety, of course.

gym crush! sukuna who, despite having caught on to the reason for your blubbering bashfulness, is still somehow stunned out of his goddamn mind when your pretty pink lips part up at him in shock before a timid grin takes over your once sullen features.

He gulps down the nervous lump in his throat when you nod enthusiastically at him in agreement, because holy shit, he wasn't sure anyone had ever looked at him with so much sunshine behind their eyes before— and definitely not someone as out of his league as he deemed you to be.

Still, his face remained calculatedly neutral as he shoved his phone into your delicate hands to input your number into, all the while he knew he was about to have run laps around the fucking building to rid himself of all this newfound adrenaline your presence was pumping into his system.

gym crush! sukuna who looked so painfully out of place in the cafe you had suggested to him, having shown up nearly half-an-hour early and looming outside the building with all the subtly a six-foot-five beast could possibly muster when standing beside such a frilly looking establishment.

gym crush! sukuna who brushes off your unnecessary apology when you saw him waiting outside for you, lying about the fact that he'd only just gotten there a minute ago.

He doesn't miss the way you flush as he opens the door for you and leads you to the counter with a guiding hand at the small of your back in a manner that came off as so instinctual to him.

You couldn't help it though, because you'd never seen him outside of his typical gym attire, and the flowy button down he had on over his form-fitted tank top was rolled up to his elbows and emphasizing each protruding vein in his meaty arm as he pointed at various menu items in question because lord knows he had no clue what the fuck a lavender-rose oat milk shaken espresso was.

gym crush! sukuna who pointedly ignored the strange look the two of you received from the barista as she took your order, as well as the glare he got from the grandma who's table his imposing figure accidentally bumped into as he slid into his own seat across from you, along with the various blink if you need help type cautionary gazes that were being thrown your way.

You weren't paying them any mind either though, not caring about how strange you looked in your sweet little sundress, sipping on your bright, matcha latte as you beamed at the nefarious looking giant across from you— because both of you were stumbling over your words and flushing as though right back in middle school, and neither of you were quite sure what you'd done to land yourself in this position.

gym crush! sukuna who you were quickly realizing, was not very good at asking for things as he ordered you to begin working out with him instead— y'know, so you didn't risk hurting yourself on one of the machines again totally not because he'd noticed the way other men in the gym had a tendency of letting their eyes wander on you while you were too busy looking at him to notice.

gym boyfriend partner! sukuna who had always rolled his eyes at the people posing for pictures in the gym mirror, now donning a proud smirk of his own as he snapped a picture of his reflection, theatrically flexing his biceps as you stood in front of him, a good head and shoulders shorter as you mimicked his pose with an adorably determined expression.

gym boyfriend partner! sukuna who could only roll his eyes when Jin was the first to comment on his post: told you so.

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Sukuna could’ve ripped his hair out and eaten it by now.

You had to be the most frustrating, insufferable woman he had ever met—and he had met plenty. Fiery, hot-headed, stubborn women who prided themselves on their independence, the ones who bit back, challenged him, and kept him on his toes. But you? Oh, you…

You made him want to throw himself off a cliff just to see if it would shake some sort of reaction out of you. He wanted to scream, to tear at his own hair, to throw the biggest tantrum known to mankind—just to get you to meet him halfway.

Sukuna wasn’t used to this.

You were a quiet storm, but not the kind that came with thunder and lightning—no, you were the kind that just sat there, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on everything until it cracked under the weight. And it pissed him off.

You never asked him for anything. Never demanded, never even hinted. You should. It was your damn right to take from him, to tell him what you wanted, to expect things from him. He was yours, wasn’t he? That’s what it meant, didn’t it? But you just… held it in. Every frustration, every tiny desire, every single thing that could’ve made you happy. He could see it in you, the way your fingers twitched when you hesitated to speak, the way you swallowed your words before they ever had the chance to breathe.

And the apologies—fuck, the apologies. You apologized for everything. Even for things that weren’t your fault. If he so much as looked irritated—at someone else, at a situation, at nothing—you’d immediately shrink, mumbling an "I'm sorry" like you were expecting him to lash out. It made his blood boil. Not at you, never at you, but at whatever had made you like this.

He wanted to see you be selfish. To be demanding. To take without guilt, to lean on him without hesitation. But that would mean changing you, wouldn’t it? Even if it was for the better, even if he knew you’d be happier if you just let yourself want things without tearing yourself apart over it.

But you already thought you weren’t good enough. If he said it out loud, if he pushed you, he knew you’d just break. And that? That was the last thing he wanted.

But patience had never been his strong suit.

It was driving him insane—watching you struggle, watching you fold in on yourself every time you so much as considered speaking up. He wasn’t a patient man, he wasn’t kind, and he sure as hell wasn’t soft, but with you… fuck, with you, he found himself wanting to be.

Even now, he could see it. The way your shoulders were drawn up tight, the way you bit your lip, nails pressing little half-moons into your palms. You wanted something—you needed something. And yet, you just stood there, as if the act of voicing it was worse than suffering in silence.

“Just say it,” he muttered, arms crossed, trying not to sound as frustrated as he felt.

Your head jerked up like a startled deer. “Say what?”

His jaw clenched. You knew what. You always knew. But you were too scared to say it.

“What you want.” His voice was softer this time, but no less firm. “Say it. Anything. I don’t care if it’s the last piece of food on my plate, I don’t care if you want me to burn the whole damn world down—just say it.”

Your breath hitched, eyes darting to the floor. “I—I don’t—”

“Bullshit.” He stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your gaze. “You do. You always do. But you’d rather bite your tongue until it bleeds than let yourself have something, wouldn’t you?”

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. You looked like you wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear. And yet… something flickered in your eyes. A sliver of something, so small he could barely catch it.

But it was there.

So he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I want you to stop hating yourself long enough to realize you deserve things. That you don’t have to apologize for existing. That you can want shit and not feel like it’s a crime.”

Your fingers twitched.

“I want you to demand things from me. Yell at me. Be selfish. I want you to take from me. Because it’s yours to take.”

Your lip trembled. He saw your throat bob, your hands clench.

And then, in the quietest, most fragile voice he’d ever heard from you—

“…Can you hold me?”

Sukuna exhaled sharply. Not in frustration this time, but in something dangerously close to relief.

He didn’t hesitate.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, holding you so tightly you had no choice but to feel it—to believe it. His warmth, his presence, him.

And for the first time, you didn’t apologize.

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Tiger!Kuna is definitely a sight to see. Most people wouldn’t assume he’s your boyfriend, rather some man that you should be afraid of. 

To be fair, you were at first. He’s a big guy, for lack of a better term, and he doesn’t talk much, so his emotions are entirely impossible to read. But after some time, and a lot of reassurance, you saw through to Sukuna’s soft inner kitten. 

But people don’t know that, so the amount of times Sukuna is mistaken as your KIDNAPPER rather than your boyfriend is ridiculous. 

Like when you begged him to take you to target so you could find a makeup product you saw online, and he refused to even give you a few feet of space. It was almost comical how Kuna looked following you down the fluorescent makeup aisle, ignoring the other people shopping entirely. 

It only occurred to you that Sukuna’s clinginess could be mistaken as something else when an older women came up to you and tapped you on your shoulder:

“Hi honey, are you okay? Do you need help with anything?” She smiled as her eyes darted between you and Sukuna towering behind you, his ears twitching with agitation atop his head. 

“Oh, I’m fine. I just found what I needed,” you responded with a smile. But the woman took this as you not talking her ‘subtle’ hint, and leaned in closer to you. 

“Do you know that man…behind you?” She whispered. 

You looked over your shoulder at Sukuna, who was still staring you down, and the looked back at the woman. “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend,” you smiled at her, “he’s just like that!”

But it’s not Sukuna’s fault!!! You just make him feel like no one else has, and he’s enamored with you because of that. 

You could simply be near him, or even look a little extra pretty (which is all the time), and he’ll start purring like as loud as a sports car. One little touch from you has his pink ears twitching and fluttering atop his head. In other words, you are the sparks to his flame. 

Without you, he’d probably fall apart. Not just in a romantic I-can’t-live-without-way, but also because you are quite literally the glue holding him together. You run his warm baths, brush out his sensitive tail, and remind him to eat three meals a day; all without him asking. It’s become a natural routine for you, because taking care of him just makes you happy. 

And Sukuna is…not used to that, to say the least. He’s used to people being friendly to him out of fear of in order to gain something. Like the men he occasionally meets in bars that buy him a few rounds just to ask if he’s interested in underground hybrid fighting rings. Or others who only want him for sex, because they fetishize him. But you’re not those people—you’re far, far from those people. 

He only realized this when he saw that you were going out of your way to take care of him. The care you put into his specific diet, the pride you have in his abilities, the unmatched passion you have for the things he enjoys—it all went above and beyond anything anyone has ever done for him. 

In return, he treats you as if you were a princess he has sworn his life to protect. You never have to walk alone or drive anywhere, Sukuna’s got you. You’re no longer even obligated to worry about money anymore because he’s already throwing his card at you. And he will always and forever be your number one protector. He will defend you when no one else will, and he’ll be proud of it. Because he’s proud of you. 

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose tone is usually loud , firm , around class goes lower , slower , & perhaps softer when he tries hearing the questions she’s asking in relation to whatever lecture is being discussed. He’s quite smart in the subject so he has no need to listen , calculations were light work to him. Her on the other hand is a slow learner , an observation that he’s picked on. Though Sukuna can tell that she’s nervous , constantly mumbling apologies for asking such questions. He simply brushes it off & eventually decides he might as well teach her. Very unlikely of him to do so with a seatmate , later on Uraume points it out but Sukuna is quick to shut them out & tell them it was only basic decency.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose reputation is a big warning to the school grounds. Rumors say he’s slept with many but it’s mostly false news , some say he’s given one of his opponents a fracture which is likely more true. He’s out of her league , she’s aware of this. Someone reserved & quiet can’t get along with someone like him , Sukuna who’s always stood out to the crowd & has a large group of friends , connections from one person to another wouldn't bat an eye at a girl like her. But his actions are the opposite of her doubts.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who overtime grows fond of her. He’s not only teaching her in the weakest subjects she struggles at , he’s now making the effort of doing small talk with her. He could be talking about how his team lost a game or either won a game out of sheer luck , just an excuse for him to hear her faint smiles or giggles. Sukuna doesn’t know why he loves witnessing a reaction out of her. He likes to view it as a privilege to see this side of her instead of her usual reserved demeanor.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who unknowingly develops a soft spot for her. The way she cracks her knuckles a lot when she’s too overwhelmed at a presentation , the way she plays with her necklace when something is clearly wrong. The way she bites on her lip , bounces her legs , when too much attention is focused on her. He doesn’t know what would ease her anxiety & Sukuna loathes it so he does something that leaves his friends , the whole class jaw dropped. He grants her the permission to play with the silver rings on his fingers , squeeze his forearm , hands , anything to soothe that head of hers even though he despises being touched.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’d willingly agree to anything she asks for & changes his preference on silly trivial things in order to match hers. She loves chocolate ice cream ? well he does too even though in truth , anything sweet related to treats makes him gag in disgust. She loves the color purple ? he buys himself a purple accessory . Eventually they’d both end up having accidental coordinating fits towards their clothing. Sukuna doesn’t complain though.

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pairing: uraume x gn! reader x sukuna contents: sfw, angst themes, fluff-ish, (don't look at me idk either ok), heian period, non-sorcerer reader, reader has a scar, blood and murder in the background, no specified relationship between anyone, but implied that reader is with sukuna, mentions of reader having a difficult past/trauma wordcount: 1.7k

No one knows how you got there. One day you just were, on his throne. You were soft; you were soft for as long as Uraume knew you. Soft, with kind eyes and gentle hands. Not one of the servants ever really heard you speak, but they saw you with Uraume, saw you with him. 

You must’ve been taken here against your will, they concluded. They whispered it in hallways and kitchens, hushed voices and careful words, as though the King of Curses could've appeared out of nothing and ripped them apart. There was simply no other explanation, they said to each other, heads lowered as they cleaned, and cooked, and worked with trembling hands. 

Different stories were roaming the palace as to how you got there. Had he found you in the woods that surrounded the grounds and carried you back while you kicked and screamed? Had he stolen you from a nearby city or demanded you as a sacrifice, assessing you while you sat in front of him on your knees, trembling in fear? And your poor parents, they said with darting eyes. They were probably still out there, looking for you. Wondering what kind of beast had taken their child.

It was a shame, they agreed. It was a shame that you were stuck here in this place. You would have made a good spouse if it weren’t for that horrible scar anyway. They often wondered if he had given you that one too. So that you could match his deformity. 

Is that why you stayed put on his throne? They watched; they were forced to, as their king made a spectacle out of a servant.

He stole from you.

A necklace Sukuna had given you, the one with blood-red rubies. It had belonged to a powerful sorcerer. Sukuna had chuckled when he told you that, but you were ecstatic to receive something from him. 

It dangled between your fingers as you watched the way your king moved, how he made the servants cower in fear. To you, there was a certain beauty in the way he wrapped a giant hand around the servant's neck while his three other arms rested by his sides. 

It was good to make a spectacle. It prevented thievery. Even when the man's blood dripped down onto the stone floors. You frowned. Someone would have to clean that up later. 

You shifted in your seat. The throne was far too big for your human frame, making you seem smaller than you really were, especially when you draped yourself over the armrest, pouting at Uraume. 

The servants thought this was a showcase of your empathy. Later, they would agree that you had looked away because you couldn’t handle the gruesome show the King was putting on. 

Uruame knew better. They could see the red glint in your eyes, which couldn't quite be blamed on the reflection of the rubies dangling between your fingers. It was weird, the way you knew exactly which servant had stolen the necklace, pointing to his pocket without a doubt. 

Almost like someone or perhaps something had told you. 

Wordlessly, Uraume stepped towards you, taking the necklace from your fingers. You smiled and turned around, letting their slim fingers tug away any of your hair that might have been in the way. Then they clasped the necklace and watched you turn as you played with the gold adorning your neck. 

They never smiled, but you didn’t seem to mind as you reached for their robe, feeling the soft material between your fingers. 

“When is he done?” You whispered, voice light as silk, as you looked up at them. Uruame looked towards Sukuna, eyeing the way several lifeless bodies were at his feet, while the rest of the servants merely cowered on their knees, their eyes locked on the ground. 

“It shouldn’t be long,” they said, turning back to you. You frowned. 

Uraume stared. There was no sympathy in your eyes.

Only boredom. 

Despite your soft appearance, Uraume felt a sort of kinship to you. A weird, twisted bond.

Uraume was the only one—apart from you and Sukuna—who knew that you hadn't been taken. There had been no fight, no screaming, no tears. You had come to him, long after the sun had gone down, your clothes soiled in dirt and and your cheeks blood-stained.

It was incredible that you were even standing. Uraume had thought that back then, when they stood behind their king and watched you, and they still thought it now, as you absentmindedly played with your necklace, a jagged scar going from your forehead, across your nose to your cheek. 

Uraume was the only one who witnessed how you got on your knees before Sukuna and how you confessed. Confessed to seeing strange monsters amongst the trees, in corners of rooms, hanging off the necks of other humans. Confessed that your parents thought you a burden, and your neighbours thought you to be a witch. 

You told them how they came for you in the night and how your parents merely watched. 

And Uraume is the only one who saw the relief in your eyes as Sukuna cradled your face and healed the bleeding cut across your face, only leaving a scar behind. 

A reminder of what they did to you. 

“You might be of some use,” Sukuna had said, amusement brimming in his voice. At the time, Uraume had found this to be odd, but they hadn’t bothered to ask. 

They had written you off as an anomaly. A human with little to no cursed energy, somehow able to still see cursed spirits. You were small and frail compared to them, useless and stupid, but they somehow found you to be endearing. 

You were an outsider, not strong enough to be a sorcerer, yet not able to lead a normal life. Had you been born into a powerful clan, they would have taught you to wield cursed tools and fend for yourself, but your parents had been farmers, easily forgettable maggots on the bottom of the food chain. 

Had you been anyone else, Uraume would’ve hated you. Especially when you began to spend more nights in Sukuna’s chambers than you did in your own. It wasn’t right that someone as powerful as Sukuna wanted waste his time on you. Even more so, it was hard for them to ignore the way you looked at Sukuna. As though you found him beautiful.

You truly were peculiar till the end. 

Their head snapped towards Sukuna as they heard the door shut. There was blood at his feet, but it seemed he made everyone leave. He watched you both, the way you sat on his throne, your hand still on Uraume’s robe. Uraume turned to look at you, but your attention was completely on the King of Curses as you tilted your head slightly. 

He walked towards you. You both had to crane your necks to look up at him, but you didn’t seem to mind as you reached a hand for him. He leaned down, with something resembling tenderness, if Uraume had ever seen that on Sukuna, letting you wipe blood off his cheek. He caught your wrist, bringing your thumb to his mouth, licking the blood off. You parted your lips, seemingly enchanted. 

Uraume was acutely aware there was more to you than they had initially thought. At first, they considered that it was a soft spot that made Sukuna so careful with you. As though by saving you, he felt he was healing a part of himself that had been wronged a long time ago. 

But then they started noticing more cursed spirits around the grounds than normal. Almost as though they were drawn in by something. Something other than Sukuna. Somehow they were drawn to you.

A meek, little human was calling cursed spirits to them. 

Whenever Sukuna was gone, whenever you thought you were alone, you would speak to the curses, whisper secrets, and gently run your fingers over teeth and claws. These cursed spirits seemed to like you. What’s even more confusing, though, is that you seemed to like them back. 

Uraume wondered if Sukuna knew from the start or if he realised later like they did. That you had a thing for monsters and misfits, apparently. 

Uraume wondered a lot of things during the years you lived with them, really. For a long time, they weren’t quite sure if it was a good idea to have let you in. In the end, it didn’t matter, though; you had sunk your tiny claws into them, and for some reason, they couldn't shrug you off. 

Years after you first arrived, you confessed, when you and Uraume were alone, sprawled in your bed, while you ran your fingers through their hair. 

“They talk to me sometimes.” 

Uraume didn’t open their eyes, nor did they move, but they hummed to let you know that they were listening. At this point they had long since discovered your little secret, but Uraume could tell that it meant something that you were telling them. So they let you speak.

“The creatures. They tell me things. It’s how I found this place. They led me here.” 

“Takes a monster to know one,” they eventually replied, and they could feel you laugh, feel the way you vibrated with humanity. 

“I see no monsters in this palace.” 

And Uraume really should’ve resented you. Because you were smart. And you had Sukuna wrapped around your finger, and somehow the scar across your face only worked to make you even more beautiful, more alluring, more human. And worst of all, you were making Uraume far too confused for their liking. 

Sukuna bit down on your thumb, and you gasped, letting out a teasing “My king,” before you were grabbed and thrown over his shoulder as he made his way towards his private chambers. 

Uraume should have resented you. 

“Ume, save me,” you laughed, reaching for them while you thrashed wildly in Sukuna’s hold, certain that he would never drop you. “Save me from this demon!”

You were dangerous. 

Sukuna looked over his shoulder as he gave your ass one harsh slap, making you squeal. 

“Better hurry up, Uraume,” he gave a smile, one they would come to miss once you were gone. Even when they look back now, the look in his eyes is fuzzy, nothing more than an ancient memory. “Otherwise I might have eaten this human before you can even attempt to come to their rescue.”

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synopsis: the mighty king of curses is suffering from a bad case of love sickness<3

content: sukuna x gender neutral reader. FLUFF!! He's so in love with you<33. Around 500 words. Eng isnt my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes♡ not entirely proofread

Sukuna’s ways are faltering. He feels weakened. He’s ill, that's for sure. For a moment, Sukuna thinks this might be the end for him—that this realm has finally found a way to light the darkness and cleanse the rot that is Sukuna Ryomen. King of Curses to some, abomination of nature to most.

And it's all your fault.

He's not entirely sure what kind of divine power your soul carries, but even the simplest things—like the lull of your voice when you speak his name, sweet and syrupy, full of light—are enough to make his cold, dead heart stir once more.  His heart struggling and faltering at times as it tries to beat in sync with yours

It’s a strange sensation, feeling his heart beat again. A deep hum in his chest that almost sounds like your name.  The last time he remembers it happening is so long ago that the memory feels distant, fractured and unreal, like something out of a dream. But he is aware that it beats more warmly, more proudly, than it ever has before. And it's terrifyingly human.

It makes him sick.

Because it’s not the only thing you've changed. The way his voice stutters when you meet his eyes, the hitch in his throat, the molten heat that rushes through his veins—it's all foreign. Unfamiliar. Vulnerable 

It’s a disease, one he can feel creeping through every part of him, infecting and weaving through the darkest corners of his soul. It pumps feverishly through his veins, into his heart, and it’s all because of you. And yet… he cannot bring himself to fight it. At this point, he’s willingly losing, even against his better judgment.

It’s not just Sukuna who notices the shift within himself. Of course, Uraume would, too. Sukuna can tell by the way they’ve been tiptoeing around him these last few days—sentences cut short and overly polite,  eyes cast downward. He puts an end to it one night, after returning from seeing you. Coming back a little more disheveled than when he left, a permanent blush staining his ears and cheeks, making the intimidating expression on his face seem much less terrifying.

"Welcome back, Sukuna," Uraume says quietly. And Sukuna has had enough.

"Look at me." His tone is commanding, but there’s a faint trace of something tender.

"Raise your head and speak your mind, Uraume. I taught you better than that. You've noticed something. Tell me."

There’s a long pause, and then Uraume, with a hesitant glance, mutters, "I think... I think that you’re in love."

Sukuna thinks they might be right.

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[mahalaraewolfe]

``𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. - sukuna.,,

▪︎ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: true form!sukuna (heian era) x siren!reader.

▪︎ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1,745 words.

▪︎ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of death.

▪︎ 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Sukuna is a feared king, and when he heard about something more powerful than him, he decided he would burn it to ashes, and destroy everything correlated to it. But all went wrong, at the moment he found a beautiful... Woman?

``𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳.

`` 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, and English is not my first language! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. <3

There was a time when everyone lived with fear, being affected by horror and all of the sins that made their scary nightmares. The cause of these so-called fear and horror was the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. A terrifying man who turned himself into a powerful curse, making himself the owner of people's minds, looting villages, taking women like prizes, and turning them into his concubines. All of the sorcerers that tried to win a battle against him were only turned into shreads and bathed Sukuna in their filthy blood.

But, the tales once said something about a magic lake that could clean your soul, turning all of your dust in the most beautiful gold, and send away all your sins. People tried to find this place, only to crumble and rot in their disgrace, doing all of this to relieve their conscience about their crimes whilst mortals. Nobody found this lake, centuries passed, and nothing. But the awful man decided that he would find it and kill all of the magic that he could see there, only to watch the light fading. He couldn't stand something more powerful than him.

Walking across the land, the king only found death and desperation in his way.

"It was meant for give people some hope, but it only killed them and their disgusting dreams of freedom. These damn fools..." He said with an wicked grin in his lips, his eyes showing no remorse or compassion for the people who died in their try, his crimson orbs glowing in the dead of the night.

The forest that he walked in was dense, dark and unforgivable, its trees had no leaves, the roots snaked their way in the ground, making it more challenging not to trip. The sky was nowhere to see, covered by the rotten branches that dared to fall in someone's head. There was a whistle made by the wind that danced between the tree trunks, making a shiver run down whatever spine that was in the way. A feeling of sorrow, a sadness that made the heart ache, the eyelids got heavy, the vision started to be foggy. It looked like the forest was moving, creating a labyrinth of its own to trick anyone's mind, driving them insane second by second.

But the powerful king was not someone who was so easily mistaken or lost, he had a mind that could envy anyone who dared to look inside it. The rote he took was found to be full of dead bodies, rotting into the damp ground, their faces were hopeless. He could almost feel sorry, but he was obviously not, he didn’t feel that kind of emotion, he couldn't. After all, he was the King of Curses, he wouldn't feel remorse or guilt over some trivious thing.

Trespassing by the corpses, walking some miles ahead, he found a ground that had grass, sakuras with blooming flowers, a smell of life in the air, and now the sky could be seen with a beautiful and shiny sun. The wind doesn’t whistled anymore, it singed a sweet lullaby, like it tried bring some peace into a traveler's heart. But all of it couldn't stop the chaos and the storm that was seeping beneath the skin of the King of Curses, urging to be released. Oh, how he would destroy every piece of happiness that existed in this annoying place.

Then, there it was. The Lake of Redemption, its waters were cristaline, so clean and joyful, so... beautiful. Some butterflies flied above it, the birds were chirping happily, and the sun bathed the water, making it look heavenly.

A little ahead, a curious pair of eyes looked at him, above the water. Admiring his form: four arms, two faces, four crimson eyes, pinkish hair, and those tattoos... Well, for them, it was a sight to be seen.

Feeling eyes over him, he searched for the owner, finding (eye color) orbs. Squinting his eyes to the being, he saw it disappear in the water. A few seconds later, a woman with long hair rested her arms in the edge of the lake, showing her upper body to him. Captivated by her form, he couldn't tear his eyes from her. But, he saw something moving in the water, and checked himself. A long siren tail, moving happily, like the woman was happy to see him.

Lowering his body, he sat by the edge, crossing his legs and resting his jaw in the left hand, fascinated by her being, he felt like starting a conversation.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, because they were both admiring each other's features, drinking in the different type of beauty that they had. Lost in the track of time, they were hopelessly gravitating around the strange feeling that pumped in their hearts. Sukuna wasn't known for being such a dedicated admirer, but for her... He would do anything he could to see her face everyday. The woman, suddenly came with a thought, sharing with him.

"You are here to kill me, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet, soft. It sounded like a whisper, because she wouldn't dare to indulge him in such actions. The siren was curious, because... Why such a creature with such an powerful aura came to that place? He didn't show any guilt, or remorse... Unlike the other beings that came a long ago to the magical lake.

His expression was unreadable, almost if he was thinking of how he would put it in words: should he tell her first? Or just kill her and burn that damn place to ashes? It made the king overthink. And he didn’t liked it. Not at all.

"My plans doesn't belong to your knowledge, little one." These were the only words that came out of his mouth after the long minutes of waiting for an answer.

"...I understand." Her face became a little serious, but she lifted her hand to touch the tattoos that painted his arm, the thoughtful face became a little admired. Her touches ignited a spark in him, like it left warmth where it has passed. A smile spread across her features, while he looked at her attentively, enamored by her.

"Come with me."

Her face became a little shocked, her eyes widen a little, the surprise evident. She looked at him incredulously, like he was telling something absurd.

"I'm sorry, but why? And... How? How can... How can I -" Interrupted by his hand cupping her face, he brought it closer to his own. The crimson eyes looked more inviting than scary, and she never knew that feeling before. Before she could ever think about his intentions, he pulled her off the water. Her tail became a pair of legs because of the lack of spell, spell which was created by the lake to give her a tail and make her his guardian.

... A while ago, a young woman was wounded by a group of curses that hunted her. Running between the tree trunks, she looked to the trail she left behind, scared of the demons that were after her. She ran for her life, for her own sake. She was just a little traveler who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Running into the depths of the forest, she found herself lost in the woods, and the worst was that a storm was approaching. The more she ran, the more desperate she came. Her breath came in small pants, her feet were bleeding because of the rocks on the ground, her face was damp with sweat, and her clothes were ripped in so many places.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't stop. Only run, run, and run. She ran into a cliff, and before she could stop herself, she fell from it. Crashing into the ground, rolling down the hill... Down and down. Her body was limp, she broke a few bones, but she rose from the ground, still fighting for her life, dragging her body across the floor while her legs refused to move. The more she moved, the more her broken bones hurt. Everything seemed bad until her eyes found a lake. A lake full of life, but at the same time, seemed to lack it. So, reluctantly, fighting for a little more time, fighting for more life, she went to the edge of the lake, and as she dipped her hands to drink some of the water, she realized that the bruises on her fingers and wrists were healed by a kind of... golden light. Without thinking twice, she threw her body in there, and when she least expected it, the impossible happened.

Laying in the big man's arms, she looked confused by all the memories that suddenly came into her mind.

"You suddenly looked scared, little one. Some came up in your mind? Or are you just scared of me?" Sukuna said, his voice lacking the sarcasm it used to have.

"Scared of you? Why would I be scared of you?"

Looking deep into his eyes, she saw something she couldn't describe. He seemed to know something she doesn't, and it consumed her thoughts. What could he know? And why does he wants me so suddenly?

"You don't know who I am?" He asked her, looking somehow pissed. How could someone in this land don't know who the King of Curses is?

"One day, one woman told me of a god in land. One that made everyone else fear him, and be in debt with him. He destroyed villages and killed people, and was an ugly monster with a rotten heart."

[Your name] said it with doubt, testing the seas before diving in. All she received from him was a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes, making everything more confusing. "That lady said the right thing. And what you think about it?"

Her eyes held something he didn’t know, but it made him feel things he didn't wanted before.

"You don't look like a monster to me, and ugly? Far from it. You are beautiful, something divine. An enticing and rare being in this world, dare I say."

After these words, he couldn't bear the feeling that bubbled hot in his skin. Some kind of feral desire, because the innocent and oblivious look she gave him, praising him at that level... Stirred something deep inside him. And he wouldn't hold back anymore.

Sukuna was obssessed with the light he was supposed to kill.

[mahalaraewolfe]

How we feeling about gladiator Sukuna?

Sukuna sat on the edge of the pit, his forearms resting against his blood-streaked thighs.

His life had been stripped of choice from the moment his parents sold him into slavery. The years of bloodshed had shaped him into the perfect killer— a gladiator whose name was whispered with both fear and reverence. Fights turned into carnage, and carnage turned into legend.

The crowd adored him, but Sukuna cared little for their fickle praise. There was only one person he wanted to be praised by.

The gate to the pit creaked open, dragging him back to reality. Another opponent stumbled forward, clad in mismatched armor and trembling in fear. Sukuna didn’t bother standing; he tilted his head, the faintest smirk curling his lips. The fight was over before it began.

He danced through the skirmish with brutal efficiency, his muscles moving like coiled steel, his strikes calculated and merciless. His finishing move was always the same— a spectacle of barbarity that left the crowd in a frenzy.

The scent of blood was thick in the air, the roar of the crowd deafening as Sukuna planted his bare foot on his opponent's twitching chest. His crimson eyes burned like embers beneath the flickering torchlight, scanning the mass of faceless nobles who cheered his brutality.

All but one.

Y/N.

Amidst jeweled crowns and silken robes, Sukuna's gaze always sought Y/N out. They were poised yet radiant, seated at the royal pavilion with an air of detached curiosity. Though they had never spoken, he felt their eyes on him.

Y/N‘s gaze wasn’t pitying, nor was it dismissive. It held acknowledgment. Sukuna, the pit slave, was beneath royalty; yet they saw him.

Tonight, he’d make sure they never forgot.

With a guttural snarl, he plunged his hand into his opponent's chest, the crowd erupting as flesh and bone gave way. His fingers wrapped around the frantically beating heart, his muscles flexing as he ripped it free. Blood splattered across his chest and neck, glistening under the light as the man's lifeless body crumpled.

Sukuna raised the heart to his lips, biting into it with savage pride— but this time, instead of tossing it to the sand, he turned his head toward the pavilion.

With a flick of his wrist, the mangled heart landed at Y/N‘s feet as a grotesque yet unmistakable offering. Sukuna‘s bloody grin widened as the nobles gasped in horror, scrambling back from the macabre gift.

It was a crude offering, a symbol as grotesque as it was intimate. For all his arrogance and cruelty, Sukuna had laid bare a fragment of his soul before them.

For weeks after, their stolen glances evolved into a wordless exchange, a silent language of smirks and subtle inclinations. Sukuna found himself craving those moments more than the fights. His victories meant nothing if Y/N‘s gaze wasn’t fixed on him.

But the distance gnawed at him. They were royalty; he was a slave. The chasm between them was insurmountable— until the night a guard came pounding on his door.

The shack Sukuna called home barely held together, its walls warped with age and neglect. When the guard demanded his presence, Sukuna’s first instinct was to refuse, his lip curling in disdain. Yet the mention of Y/N‘s name stopped him cold.

"Royal orders," the guard continued, voice clipped. "Your Highness wishes to see you. Alone."

Sukuna didn’t ask questions. He followed, the dark streets illuminated by the faint glow of distant torches. His bloodstained trousers clung to his legs, his bare chest still smeared with the remnants of his last fight. He didn’t bother cleaning up. If they wanted to see him, they’d see him as he was.

When they reached the royal chambers, the guard pushed the door open and stepped aside. Sukuna entered without hesitation, his towering frame filling the room.

There Y/N was; seated near the window, their silhouette bathed in moonlight. The opulence of their chambers— soft silks, gold-trimmed furniture— was a stark contrast to the grime that clung to him. Yet Sukuna didn’t care. His gaze locked onto theirs, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.

"You called," he said, his voice low and rough, tinged with mockery. "I came."

Sukuna didn’t move, didn’t bow and didn’t avert his gaze. Instead, he smirked, a flicker of amusement playing across his bloodstreaked features.

"So," he drawled, his crimson eyes blazing. "What does royalty want with a filthy pit gladiator?"

[mahalaraewolfe]

Thinking about Sukuna and Deity!Reader

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The first he ever heard of you was on one of his rampages. The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, along with the stench of burning flesh. The entire village a burning, raging inferno to the heavens. The last of the screams had burnt to the ground along with the city, and all that was left was an ugly scorch, a scar upon the earth. Sukuna towered above one remaining survivor, one quaking man paralyzed in fear. He lay weeping on the ground, blood caking his clothes and face. He prayed to the gods above, to Sukuna, to anyone who would listen. It was a very familiar ritual to Sukuna, and he had no qualms about splitting the man’s head in two. His pleas for mercy only grated upon his nerves.

And then something the man said gave him pause. A name, one he had never heard before. In his blood-hungry rampages Sukuna had heard prayers screamed to every god in the sky earth and sea, and yet he had never heard of this name before. The man uttered it again and again, mumbling it like a mantra. Surprisingly, Sukuna found himself not wanting him to stop. The name was something nice, something warm to his ears, even if it was from the shredded throat of a dead man.

“Who is this you speak of?” Sukuna demanded,- but the man gave no answer, only repeating the name again and again, “Who do you pray to?” Sukuna stipulated, growing irritated now as the man continued to ignore him.

One cleave and the man’s head toppled to the ground. Sukuna scoffed, curse him and whatever foolish deity he devoted himself to.

Some god, he thought, who was just the same as any divine being: wholly indifferent to the pleas of mortals. Sukuna found himself slightly frustrated as he left the burning inferno. Although plenty of blood was spilt, he felt… unsatisfied. The fact he did not know of whoever the man had prayed irritated him more than he’d like to admit. He hesitated at first, but eventually tried saying the name himself.

He was surprised by how much he liked it, how nicely his lips fit around each sound, how the weight felt on his tongue, the way he could almost taste it. It was an odd, foreign sensation, albeit not unwelcome.

Sukuna shakes his head, frustrated at something so trivial and simple as a name bothered him so greatly. He moved to walk ahead, but something suddenly stopped him.

He stared dumbfounded at the figure on the path in front of him. He could’ve sworn he had killed every last mortal in the village. But no, this wasn’t a mortal, Sukuna could instantly tell upon a second glance. Nothing about the being in front of him was even remotely ‘mortal’.

The way the figure carried itself, from the imprints- or lack thereof- that their feet should’ve made in the ground, from the way they almost seemed to glow against the smoky night sky. Everything about whoever this was screamed ethereal

They looked to the embers, the last remains of the village behind Sukuna, and almost seemed to sigh softly,

“It appears my timing is still a bit off” and their voice,— Sukuna had heard many beautiful things in his time, from the finest music to the softest chirp of a bird, but the words that left the figure’s lips had to be the sweetest blessing his ears had ever been graced with, “Unless,” they add, “you were the one to summon me”

Without even needing to think about it, Sukuna uttered the name,— it tumbled from his lips before he could even stop himself,- but something about it just seemed right

You tilted your head, smiling when he says your name, and Sukuna felt that for once in his sinful, accursed life that he had been lucky, lucky to ever have the privilege to witness such a divine and wonderful thing

Never once had Sukuna ever witnessed a god answer a prayer. In the thousands he had slaughtered, out of the hundreds upon thousands of pleas had heard being tossed up to the heavens, never once had he ever seen one answered. He found it a bit ironic, how you ceased to answer to the dying’s mantra of your name over and over again, yet were summoned the second he muttered your name. But Sukuna found he’d rather prefer it no other way.

”Was there someone else here?” You asked, seemingly searching around for whoever had called your name

“no,” Sukuna replies casually, if not a little smugly, smirking perhaps just a wee bit too much, “just me”

He watched you shrug nonchalantly, “oh well, I’ll catch them some other day”— as if this was some casual everyday occurrence for you.

As you turned around Sukuna can’t help but notice how much the absence of your gaze bothers him. Now that he had been bestowed with your attention, he suddenly had no desire to give it up

He can’t help but notice the lack of disgust in your eyes, the look of disdain for such lowly curse scum noticeably absent from your face - and for the first time Sukuna doesn’t feel like the almighty King of Curses- he doesn’t even feel like a curse. In your presence he just simply was. Perhaps the disarming feeling should have alarmed him, perhaps being stripped of his power and crushing presence should have scared him, but he just didn’t care. He oddly didn’t feel powerless at all. The paradox of feelings was all so foreign and new to Sukuna, and it wasn’t something he really wanted to give up right now.

But there was nothing he could do to stop you from leaving. And yet he somehow liked that fact too. He held no power over you, and he liked the sudden shift in power dynamic

“Feel free to summon me anytime” you waved back over your shoulder, “not like I have anything else better to do”

That got his attention. Really? Call you anytime, and you’d answer?

“Alright” he grunted in response, and he found himself believing you.

The grin you offered before turning around and suddenly disappearing had Sukuna almost collapse to his knees and start praying himself.

Sukuna turns around and faces what was left of the village. Charred remains and burnt wood. And, in a split second decision, began walking back towards it

He decided he wanted to build a shrine.

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[A/N] ohhhh he’d build so many shrines and dedicate so many poems to you and just think about the sacrifices - the atrocities -he’d make in your name… im so normal about this 🙏 m’most likely to do this with a male reader in the future, but if someone requests otherwise m more than happy to write for fem or nb as well

[mahalaraewolfe]

Next to my wife

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the darkened office. The glass walls reflected the sharp lines of the man standing at its center—a man whose reputation was whispered with equal parts, fear, and reverence. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his presence was as sharp and cold as the knife that rested on the desk beside him.

Before him, a man knelt on the polished floor, bound and bloodied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The once-pristine white shirt he wore was now stained with crimson, clinging to his trembling frame. Despite the fear in his eyes, he forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“After everything you have done,” he rasped, each word dragging itself out of his throat, “how will you sleep at night?”

The suited man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick of his lighter. The flame illuminated his face for a brief moment—sharp jawline, calculating eyes, and an expression that betrayed no hint of remorse. He took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke that curled lazily into the air before speaking.

“Next to my wife,” he said simply, his voice low and even, as if the question had been nothing more than idle conversation.

The man on the floor blinked, disbelief flickering across his face. “Your... wife?” he spat, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “You speak of love? You? After the lives you’ve destroyed? The families you’ve torn apart?”

The suited man’s lips curved into a faint smile—not one of amusement, but something softer, almost wistful. He walked around the kneeling man, his footsteps deliberate and slow, the sharp click of his shoes against the marble floor the only sound in the room.

“You think a man like me can’t love?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. “You think all I am is the blood on my hands?” He paused, turning to face the prisoner, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his face. “Maybe I am. But she—she’s the one thing in this world that’s clean. Untouched by all of this.”

He gestured around the room, as though the opulent surroundings—the leather furniture - the glass walls overlooking the glittering city—were as tainted as he was.

“She knows what I am,” he continued, his voice softening. “And she loves me anyway. Not because she’s blind to the things I’ve done, but because she sees the man I could be—the man I am with her.”

The kneeling man shook his head, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “You think that makes you a good man? That loving her wipes away all the lives you’ve taken?”

The suited man crouched down then, bringing himself to eye level with the prisoner. His gaze was steady, unflinching, as he spoke.

“No,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “I’m not a good man. I never will be. But for her, I’m the best version of myself I can be. And if that means burning down the rest of the world to keep her safe, so be it.”

He straightened, taking another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it in a nearby ashtray. The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.

A knock at the door broke the moment. The man’s expression softened immediately as the door opened, and you stepped inside.

You were a vision of understated elegance, dressed in a simple black dress that clung to your frame just enough to hint at its curves. Your eyes, warm and bright, scanned the room before landing on him.

“It’s late,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet authority that made the man standing in the room seem almost ordinary.

He nodded, crossing the room to you. His hand found yours, and he lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

Your gaze flicked to the prisoner, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Is everything handled?”

“It will be,” he assured you, his voice gentle now, as though you had the power to soften the sharp edges of his world.

You smiled, a small, knowing smile, and leaned into him. “Good. Come to bed.”

As you both left, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder at the prisoner.

“How do I sleep at night?” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I sleep with her. And she’s the only peace I’ve ever known.”

The door closed behind him, leaving the room silent but for the hum of the light and the weight of his words.

The husband in question: Geto Suguru, Caleb, Sylus, Vladimir, Sukuna, In-ho (The Front man), Eren Yeager, Toji Fushiguro, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Jason Todd, Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze), Silco, Overhaul, Dabi

[mahalaraewolfe]

has anyone ever thought of what it would be like if sukuna were a modern day special-grade sorcerer alongside gojo, geto, yuta, and yuki?

like when you first meet him, you have no idea what his technique is. all you know is that he's this big, beefy guy covered in tattoos—an absolute unit. he's the cockiest out of all of them though, so it has to be something good.

then one day, he comes along with you and another sorcerer on a mission. he tells you both to step back and that he's got this, with a shit eating grin on his face. you roll your eyes because all you know about him so far is that his ego's through the roof.

"why is he taking his shirt off?"

"just wait."

your attentions taken off his nipple piercing when he does this weird hand sign, you think he's going to lay out his domain, but it's something much more interesting.

he suddenly takes on a monstrous form, growing a second pair of equally beefy arms and extra set of eyes. he looks like something that came straight out of hell, but why's he kinda...

"holy fuck"

"i know"