Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x Reader)

Chapter Three

Sleep proved to be damn near impossible. I challenge anyone to sleep under the same roof as a four armed- whatever he was- and do so peacefully. I tiredly eyed the bedroom door with paranoia all night. There was no lock, because of course there wasn't.

'Not that it would stop a guy like that.' I grimaced, burrowing deeper under the covers.

Crap, could I even escape from this kind of situation?

Thinking about it more deeply though, where could I even go? I'd spent most of my money on paying the deposit and didn't have much to my name. No belongings worth selling.

Hm, homelessness or living with a monster? Decisions, decisions.

Huffing in frustration and kicking off the covers, I set my feet down on the cool floorboards. I figured I might as well check if the guy was around. No point in planning an escape attempt if he was still up at this ungodly hour.

Padding softly to my door, I shifted my weight carefully and slowly lowered the handle, prying the door open with treacle immediacy. Luckily nothing groaned from the hinges, and all seemed quiet in the apartment. So silent and still, as if holding its breath.

Stepping near a bookshelf on my way towards the exit, I eyed a few leather-bound volumes in passing. Languages I didn't recognise decorated their spines. A plastic human skull acted as a bookend, and I nearly snorted at the tacky decoration. Only...in the right light, its pale sheen didn't have the same artificial look as plastic.

My breath caught in my throat. A faint sound rang out in the silence.

It reminded me of the soft clunk of a fridge door shutting, bottles trembling in the door. Footsteps then drifted closer from what I assumed to be the kitchen, before the object of my unease appeared from around the corner like a nightmarish giant peeling itself away from strands of darkness.

Sukuna blinked, bleary-eyed and hair tousled. I was caught off guard by it. He almost looked... softer. The rumpled look suited him well. As before though, he was half-naked. Black boxers rode low on sculpted hips.

"My eyes are up here, woman. All four of them."

I quickly snapped my attention back to his stupid, smug face. Heat rushed to my cheeks.

"Why are you always almost naked?" I groaned, massaging my brow.

He grinned ferally. "Mn? Would you prefer that I was completely bare?"

One of his hands hooked around the waistband of his boxers, dragging the material downward-

"NOPE! No, I'm good!" I yelped, looking anywhere but him. As he chuckled silkily, I chanced a look back, desperately latching onto a different topic of conversation. "Midnight snack?" I nodded toward his plate of... bloodied meat.

'Gross. '

Sukuna hummed, continuing through the apartment and passing me by to take a seat on his dark sofa. He settled into the material and draped two arms over the back of the chair, balancing his plate in one hand.

"And you?" His eyes seemed focused on his meal- until I realised the two smaller ones were fixed on me, glittering with mirth.

"Toilet," I droned, not about to be bullied into a confession.

"Ohh," he lifted up a slice of shiny dark meat to his lips, swallowing it whole without much fanfare. "Well, well. It's been a few years since anyone dared lie to me. Keep going, you're doing a good job."

I opened my mouth to protest and keep lying. Double down on excuses. However, something caught in my throat. A wave of exhaustion hit me. The stress and worry from moving and financial worries finally hit me all at once as the reality of my situation came crashing down. I didn't have backup options to turn to if I ran. With a reluctant sigh, I took a seat on the far end of the sofa.

"I didn't give you permission to sit with me, brat."

I pretended not to hear him. "Are you... going to hurt me?" I asked carefully.

"That all depends on you," he shrugged, unconcerned as he kept eating.

"Figured as much. Honestly, even if I bolted like I planned... I don't have anywhere to return to anymore. I'm as good as homeless." It was probably dangerous and stupid to reveal my situation to him, but my bone-weary tiredness was letting my mouth run.

"That would be because of your criminal record, hm?"

My body jolted like I'd been roughly shaken. "H-how the fuck do you know about that?" I breathed, feeling sweat bead on my brow. It came to me then. "You saw my paperwork?"

"Of course. Not about to let just anyone move in with me. Heh, don't get so excited. It's only a DUI," Sukuna's tongue drew out to wrap around a piece of meat from his offered claws, pulling it down into sharp waiting teeth. "Hard to- mn- believe something so small would make your parents turn their backs on you."

How did he know about that? Frowning to myself, I thought back on my paperwork. No, it made sense between the dates of the DUI and me seeking accommodation. Anyone could correctly assume I'd been kicked out.

"It's none of your business," I replied stiffly.

"Nor do I really care. Don't think so highly of yourself," he smirked. In the darkness of the room, his red eyes shone like pools of fresh blood. "But it makes things more convenient for me. If you disappeared, no one would ask questions, would they? They probably see you as unreliable, flighty. A danger to yourself and others."

My lips pressed together just as my hands curled into loose fists. His next words were unexpectedly soft, almost coaxing.

"If that image displeases you, then become something greater than what you are. Something... no one could hope to look away from."

The look on his face seemed almost far away, lost in thought.

'Is that what you did?' I wanted to ask. Not that I could hope to understand this man. The difference between us was like night and day, his dark tattoos contrasting starkly against his pale skin.

"What did you become?" I murmured without realising.

Sukuna grinned, finally turning to face me fully. "A calamity."

I swallowed, mind racing. My dazed attention was pulled down to his hand balancing the plate of meat, picturing what those four arms of his were capable of.

"Hungry, Morsel?" he mistook my gaze as something else. "I'll be generous and let you suck the blood off my fingers," he chuckled in a rich, smoky kind of baritone, waggling bloodied black claws on one hand.

My stomach churned. "I'll pass, thanks."

"Probably for the best. Doesn't taste as good without Uraume preparing it."

"And Uraume is...?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "My cook."

I gave him a blank stare in return. This guy could afford a cook but he was living in an apartment like this one?

"What kind of meat even is that anyway?" I gestured to the plate with a grimace. "It stinks."

"You really want to know?"

A sudden sense of deep unease thrilled its way down my back. Icy fingers of terror glided goosebumps over my skin. Eyeing the skull on his bookshelf, I numbly shook my head.

Sukuna sucked at his teeth and shrugged, leaning back further in his chair. As he did so, the line over his abdomen I'd first assumed to be a scar, rippled and pried itself apart. I couldn't help but shriek and lurch to my feet. A giant mouth yawned wide from his stomach. Large rows of teeth flashed as it grinned, the canines larger than my hand.

Sukuna slanted his plate, letting the meat slide off and into his stomach mouth like it was a garbage disposal. The lips closed with a satisfied smack, munching happily.

'I have so many questions. And I don't think I want the answers to them. ' I reeled, feeling faintly nauseous.