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"It's 7pm Friday!" You sang out

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"It's 7pm Friday!" You sang out.

"It's 95 degrees!" Yorozu followed.

"I ain't got no ma-" Immediately you stopped singing and acted like you didn't see Sukuna glaring you down, daring you to finish that phrase.

Kenjaku as well looked a little irritated as he stood up, slowly and with caculated steps he walked towards Yorozu. "First of all it's not Friday. It's Monday."

Sukuna followed his lead and immediately you and Yorozu back away, almost scared. "Second of all it's not 95 degrees. It's fucking barely 70 degrees."

"And third of all it's 10 am." Kenjaku continued.

"And fourth of all..." They said in union as they towered over both of you.

"You both have men!" They snapped.

Sukuna's arms reached out trapping you between him and the wall. Kenjaku pulled Yorozu into his chest, both men glaring bloody murder at you two.

"It's just a song!" Yorozu defended.

"Yeah it's just a song!" You backed her up.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, leaning forward. "I better not hear you sing that song again do you hear me?" His voice was filled with a threatening tone and you nodded your head.

"Yes, sir."

He smirked, placing a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. "Good girl." He said before pressing his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

It had been a few weeks since Sukuna last kissed you and you didn't realize how much you missed it till now. He slowly pulled away before offering you his hand.

You took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you both headed for your next class. You hummed softly to yourself, enjoying your little moments with Sukuna.

You all made your way into Fushiguro-sensei classroom, parting ways as you walked towards your side of the classroom.

"Where's Toji?" You asked Shoko. She shrugged, yawning a bit as she laid her head on the desk.

"I'm not sure. He should've been here by now."

"That's odd..."

You felt your phone vibrate and checked it to see what it was. Your eyes narrowed as you read the message.

Yeager: There's something I need to tell you.

You: what?

Yeager: it's about your fiancé.

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