Rekindled Sukuna x Reader

Bad Publicity

The next two days proved to be interesting. Despite having only been 'dating' for such a short time, you and Sukuna have seemingly become the subject of most of media chatter, speculating rumors and the like on various internet gossip sites and sports outlets. Some reports claimed the fight was a lovers' quarrel, with Geto and Sukuna competing for the same girl, while others simply speculated the two had a long-standing rivalry that had reached the breaking point.

Whatever the truth was, everyone, it seemed, wanted to talk about Sukuna, you, Geto, and the drama between the three of you.

Unfortunately for you, you were no longer anonymous. Gossip and scrutiny quickly spread online, and your photo was everywhere. Making matters worse, some of Sukuna's enraged fans vowed to make your life miserable.

Initially, the comments, tags, and messages seemed harmless. But they quickly turned vicious, with Sukuna's more rabid fans inundating you with threats and bullying. You lost count of the times your profile was tagged or messaged, with insults like 'ugly,' 'whore,' and 'bitch,' most claiming that he would leave you just like every girl before. They began attacking you for your looks alone, with others taking offense to the simple fact that you existed in his universe. One comment particularly stood out among all the rest: the word 'whore,' repeated by the same user who mentioned a pattern with Sukuna, adding the claim of him leaving all his past girls after a month tops. A bitter ache in your chest appeared and sent you spiraling into self-doubt. It was apparent that these people were vicious and intent on destroying you mentally.

The unpleasant experience became difficult for you. It was the first time someone had hated you, and they were cruel and disgusting in doing so. No longer could you stand to scroll through your social media or inbox, having your entire sense of security broken down.

"Ugh," you scoffed at the remark, rolling your eyes as you tossed your phone aside. Laying on Sukuna's bed, you decided to let the whole media debacle blow over. "Please, let this die off soon," you thought to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves with a self-assuring, deep breath. You lay staring at the white ceiling, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the quiet calmness was broken by the soft clicking of the bedroom door. The figure that entered was all too familiar. Sukuna stood there, arms crossed as he gazed at you adorably sprawled on the bed, dressed in one of his shirts, much too large for your body, hanging just over your thighs.

Feeling his gaze, you turned to look and were surprised to see him standing there. You quickly pulled yourself off the bed, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling against him, inhaling his delicious and enchanting scent, instantly relaxing. You hummed contentedly. The sound escaping you earned a smirk from him.

His large frame easily and quickly enveloped you. He pulled back just enough to catch a glance of your sweet face. You smiled up at him sweetly, welcoming him home. It was definitely something he could get used to. The last couple of days spent together and having you wrapped around him every day, even after the drama, was somewhat scary to him. The domestic feeling. He wouldn't say it out loud to anyone, but being with you made him feel as if this was always where he was meant to be. It brought comfort to both him and you. He couldn't get enough and was afraid it would slip and fade away from his grip.

It was almost like a dream.

After everything that happened between you and him; with his family situation, his public reputation, and how the media was crazy interested in both your lives right now, you felt like life was a mess. Honestly, it was almost too chaotic to comprehend. Everything happened so quickly that it felt unreal.

"Hi," you whispered softly.

"Hi Buns. What were you doing by yourself in my bed?" he chuckled, squeezing your form as he pulled you close into an embrace.