𝕸𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 | Sukuna X Reader/Oc | Book Two

chapter two : stolen glancesᥫ᭡.

╰┈➤ ᯓᡣ𐭩 chapter two

Beta reader: sup I'm back 😎 (my stay is not guaranteed as I do possess the knowledge to know when my life will fucking start to mess with me again like I'm some toy that it can play in the palm of it's hand whenever it wants uhhhhhhhhhshskdjdhx ihatelife ) anyway I'm back here to add unnecessary reactions at the end of paragraphs that no one asked for 👍👍👍 and to fix the typos because the author is blind because she has eyes, yes

Author: girl I swear I ain't letting you fix the chapters when you're high like this again without alcohol

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The training grounds of the Yurechi Clan were alive with chaos. Swords clanged, bodies clashed, and more than a few curses- both of the verbal and energy variety- were flung through the air. Sayako stood among her fellow clan members, her eyes sharp as she mentally prepared herself for the next drill. These grounds had become her refuge over the past year, a place where she could immerse herself in the thrill of battle and, more importantly, pretend she wasn't the target of every matchmaking scheme in the clan. { Beta reader: girl what (I skipped the first chapter so idk the context for this) }

Around her, warriors of all shapes, sizes, and attention spans practiced their moves. Some looked like they could battle a horde of cursed spirits with one hand tied behind their backs. Others- well, let's just say they'd be lucky if they didn't accidentally knock themselves out with their own weapons. Amid this glorious mess was a young man named Hiroshi. At 21, he was Sayako's peer in age and an enigma in every other aspect-quiet, sharp-minded, and currently in the process of trying very hard not to stare at Sayako while also staring at her. It was a skill he'd been refining for months now. { Beta reader: yo can I borrow it, I'm asking for a friend, totally }

Sayako, oblivious to Hiroshi's not-so-subtle glances, focused on her breathing, mentally preparing herself for another round of intense sparring. The last thing she needed was to get distracted. Unfortunately for her, the universe had other plans- plans involving a certain young man who seemed determined to turn their sparring sessions into the slowest courtship in history.

Hiroshi was the kind of guy who could probably charm the birds out of the trees if he ever decided to stop being so quiet. But no, instead of using his good looks and sharp mind to woo the local wildlife (or the local women, for that matter), he chose to focus on training. He'd joined the clan a few years earlier and had since become a skilled fighter, though his social skills could use a bit of work-like, maybe not staring at people for extended periods, especially when said people were wielding swords. { Beta reader: it's okay to stare guys ( don't listen to me I'm high right now) }

Lately, Hiroshi had taken to watching Sayako during their training sessions. No, not in the creepy "I'm memorizing your every move" kind of way, but more in the "I think I might be falling for you, but I'm too shy to say anything, so I'll just stare and hope you notice" kind of way. It wasn't the most effective strategy, but hey, at least it was consistent. { Beta reader: he's acting all uwu and....omg this reminds me of David-kun }

Note : I'm gonna force the author to put that video at the end

"Pair up!" Yōko's voice boomed across the grounds, cutting through the cacophony like a hot knife through butter. Yōko, their teacher, was a force of nature. With her piercing eyes and an aura that screamed, 'Don't even think about slacking off', she had earned the respect (and mild terror) of every student under her care. "We'll begin with sparring. Focus on your technique and control, or I'll have you doing drills until your arms fall off."