🌸Hey guys, sorry this took long to update! I was trying to finish this chapter quick, but started writing the next chapter . Then, I realized that chapter was too long and it ended up as two and the two became four. Then, I had to go back and revise. Ended up adding more detail. My eye balls were starting to catch fire from staring at screen so I took a mini break. Came back to finish them and the chapters still ends up being long... I tried...I really did😩 so my apologies. But, hey at least you guys get a 2 for 1 special 🤓...ok I'll leave now. Enjoy.🌸 (the other chapters will be released very soon)
As the sun dipped below the horizon, tinting the sky with pink and gold, Sukuna remained mostly silent, eyes on the road. You traced the veins on the back of his hand, watching them ripple under the streetlights. Thoughts of the day's events drifted through your mind. It had been a dream come true, but something about the designer seemed off. She was pushy and kept asking personal questions. And then there was the blue-haired assistant. Was she the same girl from the basketball game?
You had no idea why she would have looked so afraid, or why she seemed so nervous around you. But, your instincts told you not to ignore it.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" Sukuna's voice broke through your thoughts, startling you. His concern was clear as he flicked his gaze toward you, briefly checking the rearview mirror before glancing back at you. "Y/N," he repeated, his tone softer, more insistent.
"Nothing," you lied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm fine."
"It doesn't look like nothing. Don't fucking lie. Just tell me, how did it go?"
A taut laugh escapes you, as letting go of his hand and grip your bag in your lap, wondering, should you share your concerns. The last thing you wanted was to sound paranoid, so you decided against bringing it up for now, not wanting to stress him further.
You weren't sure you should tell him exactly what happened. "Uh," you hummed, glancing down at the bag she gave you. "Well, it went well, I think..." you trailed off, not entirely lying. "She seemed enthusiastic at first. Then we started talking...the interview turned strange."
"She? Who? Like a helper, receptionist?" he asked, his tone almost hopeful.
"No, the actual designer, not a receptionist," you replied, shaking your head. "She got weird after I mentioned our relationship. Asked me about our relationship and personal lives. The pictures didn't take very long, and it didn't feel right, but it happened so fast I didn't have a moment to think about it or how it might affect anything."
Sukuna doesn't seem shocked, not one bit, which was very strange. Did he know something? Why was he not surprised?
Your heart sank, like a lead weight. "You...you don't seem very surprised?" you voiced, struggling to keep your breathing steady.
His dark browns deepened and a hint of reluctance flashed.
He tried to hide his sudden and vague expression, letting out a long sigh. "Why..." you asked slowly, hearing the rapid beating of your heart as you anxiously awaited his answer.
He let another soft sigh escape his lips, knowing this was coming, eventually. "Sukuna, you're hiding something," you said, your eyes locking onto his with a hard glare. "Don't dodge the question!"
He looked as if he were struggling with something, trying to figure out how to phrase his explanation. "Sukuna-"
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
You waited patiently for his response. "It seems like you know her," you brought up.
Sukuna cringed a little, running a hand through his hair. "I do."
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Rekindled Sukuna x Reader
Fanfiction🌸ONGOING🌸Growing up with Sukuna was amazing you were best friends it didn't matter if you were playing in or him watching up brush your hair. It's didn't seem to matter what you guys did, as long as you guys had each other. Now that you guys have...
