Rekindled Sukuna x Reader

Courtside Debut

Two weeks had passed, and the first game of the season had finally arrived. Your heart raced as you gazed in awe at the sight before you. Never before had you experienced anything like this—seeing the inner workings of an NBA stadium and viewing the court from such an incredible vantage point was surreal. From the plush, luxurious private suites and box seats with gorgeous views to the VIP areas below, your mind swirled with emotions. The sheer mass and magnitude of the stadium were more impressive than you had expected.

Sukuna's manager had meticulously planned everything, ensuring every detail was covered to make things run smoothly. He made his presence known the second you and Sukuna arrived. The man looked pressed and rather intimidating, but once things were in motion, his aura visibly relaxed. He quickly filled you in on the details for the evening, ensuring you had all the information needed.

"Good, you're wearing something eye-catching. I don't have to tell you to be on your best behavior, make a good impression. Do not attract any unnecessary media attention unless it's regarding him. And Sukuna, I expect you to do the same." The manager gestured towards Sukuna, he added sternly. Sukuna flashes his signature smirk and promises.

"Nanami, chill, I know exactly what I'm doing. You know I don't fuck up on the court,"

The tension left the man's expression, but he still sighed at his client. "For tonight, you will be photographed by reporters as you sit courtside and watch the game. When they begin shooting, give them a small smile and look up, but avoid eye contact. It's nothing complicated," he explained, pointing at the courtside seats on a clipboard."I want your interactions captured from beginning to end."

You nodded in understanding. Sukuna remained cool, calm, and collected. This was his world, and you were his guest, a temporary addition for the evening. The only reason he had gone out of his way to please the manager was to eliminate any loose ends and resistance moving forward.

Nanami shifted his gaze to you, advising and guiding you as if coaching a rookie. Despite his professional demeanor, he was kind and didn't treat you any differently from his client. "Just do what I tell you. He is merely introducing you as his 'girl' in a public arena. All eyes are on him tonight, so this will draw a lot of attention to your involvement. And remember, no unnecessary press tonight. Understood?" he stated sternly, his blue eyes bore down at Sukuna's for the answer and when it didn't immediately come, Nanami repeated "Understood?" with the sternness his tone grew louder, threatening enough for his words to come off more like a command instead of a question.

An awkward silence surrounded the three of you as Sukuna stared at your figure. Aware that both had eyes on you, you did your best to appear confident. "Right. Just enjoy yourself, babe," Sukuna said with a playful tone, pulling you close by the waist and pecking your lips. Nanami eyed you, still skeptical.

Watching the exchange with fascination, Nanami rolled his eyes in exasperation, clearly disapproving of his prized client's newest attachment. He massaged his temple, trying to stave off an impending headache. With a quick reminder of instructions, he instructed you both to get prepared and motioned his team members to follow him in the opposite direction.

It felt like all eyes were on you. Sukuna led you to the lower courtside area. You noticed the manager waving Sukuna over with his index and middle fingers, holding a clipboard in the other hand, while a few press members circled around. Sukuna gave him the same signal back in reply.

A pair of hands found and secured a gentle grip on your shoulders. "Breathe, Buns," he murmured near your ear. You drew a steadying breath and mimicked him, nodding at his words as he left you behind, walking down to the court to join his awaiting team.

They called out to him, and you spotted Gojo approaching him, dressed in a sweatsuit, his vibrant white hair a stark contrast against the team's colors. When Sukuna joined his team and the press on the courtside, the cameras and microphones instantly moved, clicking and snapping their photographs, focused solely on his appearance.