Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x Reader)

Chapter One

Living with a roommate for the first time involved a lot of waiting and wondering. Imaginations could run wild. Would they be messy or anally tidy? Would they go so far as to label their own food items in the fridge? Would they invite friends over and obnoxiously party until the early hours of the morning?

I didn't know. Frankly the whole thing was a pain in the ass, but rent didn't come cheap these days. To top off my long list of reservations though, I'd be living with a guy, rather than a girl like I would've preferred. That just added an extra layer to the whole trifle of suckage going on.

'He better put the toilet seat down. I refuse to break my tailbone just because he 'forgot' or something.'

Being completely honest, I found It incredibly odd he'd accepted me without any kind of interview and were it not for my being in desperate of housing, I'd be slamming the breaks on this whole thing.

As previously mentioned, my imagination had begun to run wild. If he needed a roommate in this part of town, I pictured he'd be a guy around my age who was getting by fairly okay. We'd be sharing an apartment on the top floor, so I wondered if that meant he was the private type. I'd started picturing a dark-haired man with glasses. Bookish, cute. Maybe he'd blessedly keep to himself, and I'd barely see him. Yeah- I could be living with a complete recluse!

Emboldened, I finally stopped at an apartment, double-checking the numbers above the peephole. Taking a breath, I shifted one of my college folders to hug it beneath my arm, knocking firmly on the door.

"Enter."

The voice was deep and low. I automatically raised a brow, finding the term weirdly archaic. Okay, maybe I wasn't that far off the mark with the whole 'bookish' prediction. Grasping the doorknob, I gave it a twist, using my shoulder to push the door of apartment 167 open.

I'd been prepared for many scenarios. My tall dark and handsome nerdy recluse wasn't the only guy I'd imagined as my roommate. There had been methheads, punks, artists, gamers, trust-fund babies looking to slum it with the normal folk for a year- or just your simple average joe. Any type of guy really, other than the sight currently standing before me.

No, in all my wildest fantasies, I'd never been fanciful enough to conjure up the image of a tall, four-armed man standing naked in nothing but an apron- bare ass out as he rolled a lint roller over the wall, painting it sunset red.

Languid crimson eyes slid to the door, awakening into something that made the hair at the back of my neck stand on end.

"So you're the woman, huh?"

He grinned at me with a smile that had too much teeth. Bold black tattoos hugging his body shifted as he turned to face me fully, gesturing with all four of his arms spread wide.

"Don't loiter in the doorway like a moron. Come here. Let me take a closer look at you..." that wolfish smile deepened as his voice rose into a lifting purr "...roomie."