𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 || (Ryomen Sukuna × Reader)

Mochi ~ Ch14

"How long will this last?" Sukuna asked the cashier, dropping the fifty-pound bag of dog food onto the counter with a thud.

"What kind of dog?" she inquired, barely glancing up from the register.

"It's for a full-grown black Lab," he replied curtly.

"Just one?" she probed further.

He nodded once, sharply.

"Maybe a month. Month and a half," she estimated.

Sukuna internally scoffed. He was guessing a week at best. "I don't think he'll live with us that long," he muttered under his breath. The cashier didn't seem to hear or care as she rang up the total. He paid with Himawari's auntie's debit card. The old woman had said to only use it in emergencies. To Sukuna, feeding Wolfgang was a clear emergency.

He hefted the enormous bag of dog food with one arm and made his way to his car. As he placed the bag in the trunk and was about to open the front door, a tall, muscular man appeared out of nowhere.

"Think you can give me a ride?" The stranger leaned casually against the car, an odd mix of accents flavoring his words, especially noticeable when he said "you," which sounded slightly British.

"What kind of accent is that?" Sukuna asked, narrowing his eyes. He opened the car door and used it as a makeshift barrier between them. The man looked harmless enough, but Sukuna didn't like his confidence. Overly confident people were never to be trusted.

The stranger smirked, clearly amused. "Does it matter?"

Sukuna's eyes darkened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "I'm not running a taxi service. Find another ride."

The man's smirk widened, Probably he understands he have to answer the kid question first, "I'm from all over," he said, but the word "over" had an unmistakable Australian twang.

"Ovah? Do you come from Australia?" Sukuna inquired, one eyebrow raised.

"Never been there," the man replied smoothly. "Your car is sexy, dude. Are you rich?" He strolled to the rear of the car, examining the make and model.

"Nissan GT-R," Sukuna told him, his tone flat. "Where do you need a ride to?"

He's back from the rear of the car, but now he's standing on the same side of the door as Sukuna. "My son's friend house. It's a few miles east of here."

Sukuna gave him another once-over. Most people would have refused this stranger a ride; he looked suspicious with his mid-length straight black hair, green eyes, thin black eyebrows, and a scar on the corner of his right lip. His simple outfit of a long-sleeved shirt, matching pants, and sandals didn't help his case.

"Sure. I'm headed east," Sukuna said, settling into the driver's seat and shutting his door. The man grinned and walked around to the passenger side. Sukuna leaned across to unlock the door, allowing him to get in. He fastened his seatbelt and smiled at Sukuna. "Thanks, dude."

Sukuna nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then cranked the car and put it in reverse. As he pulled out onto the highway, the stranger asked, "What's your name?"

"Sukuna!".

"I'm Toji Fushiguro," he said, tapping his fingers on his thighs. Sukuna already regretted his spontaneity. Toji talked a lot, and it was boring him. Toji turned his attention out the window. "How many dogs do you have?" he asked, still staring outside.

"None," Sukuna replied curtly.

Toji faced Sukuna, arching a brow. Sukuna took the opportunity to assess his pupils. Normal.