Failing For You - Gojo x Reader

Chapter 4

Ugh. Sukuna.

I groan and quicken my pace to the door, fingers twitching in anticipation of punching the door code in at record pace.

Then, I'm going to slam the door in Sukuna's face. God bless my heart for never giving the door code to him.

"Y/n! Hold the fuck up you bitch!"

Well shit, I guess the man is running towards me now. A calm sort of resignation overtakes me. I'm tired.

Sukuna grabs my arm and I finally look at him.

To be honest, he looks like shit. The rain has darkened his pink hair a few shades and he looks incredibly distraught and...angry.

"What?" I ask, keeping my voice even. Gosh, I don't even want to be having this conversation. I want my bed, like, right now.

"What the fuck did you think you were pulling earlier? That was fucking stupid. What did you think was gonna happen? I'd just forget about you after you went running into the fucking woods?" He yells at me, getting all up in my face.

I can't help the way I flinch away from him. I know he's a weak, emotional man, but he's never fought with me the way he fights with other people. We like to yell at each other, but that's as far as it goes. It's not the same story for other people though. I've bandaged his fists so many times after stupid, useless fights he's started. He's never hit me with those fists.

But I don't like how tight his hand is on my arm. I have a feeling he's going to leave a bruise.

"Get your hand off my arm. You're hurting me, Sukuna," I growl. He stares at me, breathing heavily, but I don't back away from the eye contact.

"Nah, I'm not fucking going to. You're not running away from me again," he spits at me, actually tightening his grip.

"Fuck! Sukuna, stop it," I cry out at the pain. I hope the neighbors can't hear this right now.

"I'm doing this because I care about you, you're just too fucking stubborn to see that!" He says as he wrenches me towards him. I stumble against him, my rain jacket slips off of one of my shoulders. Sukuna yanks me towards the parking lot, probably towards his idiotic car.

"Stop! Let go of me, what the hell is your problem?! Sukuna, STOP!" I try to pull free, but he just grunts and pulls me in front of him, grabbing both of my arms like manacles, and pushing me forward. I try to dig my feet into to the ground, but it's all slippery and wet from the rain.

Suddenly, his grip loosens.

In fact, he rubs his hands up and down my arms and my mind can't comprehend it. What the is he doing?

Then he grabs a fistful of the raincoat's material.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this coat?" He asks, voice deceptively calm. I'm spun back around.

I look down at myself and my eyes widen. Oh, damn, I forgot to give Gojo's coat back to him. I forgot this was even his in the first place.

"What do you mean? It's literally just a rain coat," I scoff, trying to keep my voice nonchalant. My heart is pounding though. It's not that raincoats are necessarily gendered clothing items...but this one is incredibly big on me. The arms fall past my hands and its length is obviously not right on my body. It's also more expensive-looking than anything I own. And Sukuna knows my financial situation quite well. I watch the wheels turn in his brain, unsure of what I should say or do.

"Who gave you that coat?" He whispers, teeth clenched.

I try to pull away from him again, but his hand is latched around me yet again. Jealousy does nothing good for Sukuna's rationality. Fuck.