#the real reason Reader banned pantsing was because she discovered that Sukuna's ass was fatter than hers

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People always ask you why there's a sign in your apartment saying NO PANTSING!!! and you always tell them some lame made-up excuse, but the real story. . .

Let's just say, it comes with no surprise that Roomate!Sukuna likes to bother you a lot; but he bothers you the most when you're washing the dishes, because he knows that's the only time you can't do anything to get him back.

"Whatcha up to?" asked a suspiciously happy Sukuna, as he sidled up beside you.

You groaned, shaking your head. "Doing the chores, because someone in this apartment doesn't do anything!"

". . .Are you mad?" He raised an eyebrow, testing the waters.

"No."

"For real?"

"Of course I'm mad, you dumbass!"

"Yeah? I don't think so."

Your head snapped to turn to Sukuna's, a glare evident on your face. "And why's that?"

"'Cause mad people keep their pants on."

Just as you were about to yell at Sukuna for spouting nonsense, you suddenly felt the cool air of your apartment hit your legs, and when you looked down, your sweatpants—which used to be on you—were now on the floor in a pile around your ankles. That motherfucker, you thought.

"Did you just fucking pants me?" You yelled, as Sukuna ran out of the kitchen, and dashed around the corner before you could swipe at him with your sponge.

Rest assured, you did, however, get a chance to pants Sukuna back the next day. He had his back turned to you, while eating a Pop-Tart, and when you found an opportunity to attack, you did; but you were in for quite the surprise.

"What the FUCK!"

"So eager to get me naked, I see?"

"Why are you wearing NOTHING under your sweatpants, you bastard!"

And that's the story of why there's a sign on your guys' apartment's front door saying NO PANTSING with several consecutive exclamation points.

[mochimoee]

The tag is absolutely diabolical 😭

People always ask you why there's a sign in your apartment saying NO PANTSING!!! and you always tell them some lame made-up excuse, but the real story. . .

Let's just say, it comes with no surprise that Roomate!Sukuna likes to bother you a lot; but he bothers you the most when you're washing the dishes, because he knows that's the only time you can't do anything to get him back.

"Whatcha up to?" asked a suspiciously happy Sukuna, as he sidled up beside you.

You groaned, shaking your head. "Doing the chores, because someone in this apartment doesn't do anything!"

". . .Are you mad?" He raised an eyebrow, testing the waters.

"No."

"For real?"

"Of course I'm mad, you dumbass!"

"Yeah? I don't think so."

Your head snapped to turn to Sukuna's, a glare evident on your face. "And why's that?"

"'Cause mad people keep their pants on."

Just as you were about to yell at Sukuna for spouting nonsense, you suddenly felt the cool air of your apartment hit your legs, and when you looked down, your sweatpants—which used to be on you—were now on the floor in a pile around your ankles. That motherfucker, you thought.

"Did you just fucking pants me?" You yelled, as Sukuna ran out of the kitchen, and dashed around the corner before you could swipe at him with your sponge.

Rest assured, you did, however, get a chance to pants Sukuna back the next day. He had his back turned to you, while eating a Pop-Tart, and when you found an opportunity to attack, you did; but you were in for quite the surprise.

"What the FUCK!"

"So eager to get me naked, I see?"

"Why are you wearing NOTHING under your sweatpants, you bastard!"

And that's the story of why there's a sign on your guys' apartment's front door saying NO PANTSING with several consecutive exclamation points.