𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 || (Ryomen Sukuna × Reader)

Trouble ~ Ch12

"Ugh!" Yn let out a guttural moan into the lamp light as she stared at ceiling that night, which was lit up by the headlights of another quarter. Yes, quarters she's here in Trinity Ryomen.

Yn was here because Sukuna had messaged her about to discuss their art project. Despite her reluctance, she agreed to meet since they had to work together as a team. Ever since the incident in gym class involving Hana, their interactions had been minimal—occasional eye contact that one of them would quickly break. It had been four days since Sukuna had last bullied her, and Yn had enjoyed the peace. However, when Sukuna reached out about their project, she knew they had to meet. Their painting deadline was approaching fast, and they hadn't even planned what to create or decided which materials to use from home. Even, Gojo and Nanami's painting was already halfway done.

Now, sitting in Himawari Auntie's room, Y/N realized that Himawari Auntie was out shopping and Yuji had escorted her here. She received a message from Sukuna: "Think about the project. I'll come soon." But three hours had passed, and that damn bastard still hadn't shown up.

Y/N sighed, glancing around the room, trying to keep her frustration in check. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with each passing minute. The stillness of the room only heightened her irritation. From the distance, she could hear loud music playing, likely Sukuna and his friends partying.

She picked up her phone again, scrolling through old messages, and Pinterest hoping for a distraction and any ideas. Her mind kept wandering back to Sukuna and his unpredictable behavior. She couldn't understand why he was taking so long. Part of her wanted to storm out, but she knew they had to complete the project. The deadline loomed over her, a constant reminder of the work left undone.

Lost in thought, she began to consider the project, sketching out ideas in her notebook. She didn't mind planning alone, but the noise was making it difficult to concentrate. She wished the guys would at least turn down the music so it wouldn't reach Auntie's room, where she is.

Time crawled by, each second stretching into an eternity. Just as she was about to give up, she heard a loud laugh from the other quarter. It was clear Sukuna was more interested in his party than their project. Trust her if she have one percent of idea that Sukuna is partying she would never come.

Y/N sighed again, more frustrated than ever. Determined not to waste any more time, she focused on her sketches. If Sukuna wasn’t going to show up, she would at least make sure they had a solid plan. Maybe, just maybe, they could salvage this project despite his irresponsibility.

It was eleven pm, and the bombardment of party noises coming from next quarter wouldn't relent. The notebook brought her to both of her ears to drown out the sounds hadn't helped. Texting Himawari auntie to text Yuji to text Sukuna hadn't helped. Neighbours Calling the police and filing a complaint an hour ago hadn't helped.

If it wasn't the loud music or the constant arrival and departure of muscle cars with their sorry exhaust systems, then it was the shouting or laughing coming from Sukuna's quarter. Yn liked loud music, but a party in the like this that was keeping the whole neighborhood disturb should be shut down.

Throwing the pages on ground, Yn stomped out of chair and stood at the doors. His whole quarter was lit up and bustling with noise and activity. Some people stumbled around the front yard, which was littered with red Solo cups, and some gathered in the backyard either smoking or enjoying the hot tub.

He is such a dick! Yn hands were on her hips, gripping harder than usual. What kind of person had no regard for anyone else? The self-absorbed asswipe partying next to Auntie Himawari quarter, Yn guess. She had a video chat with her Mom in nine hours, and she wasn't going to be have headache all night just because they wanted to get drunk and high.