𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 || (Ryomen Sukuna × Reader)

Boyfriend ~ Ch22

But you ain't my boyfriend
And I ain't your girlfriend
But you don't want me to touch nobody else
Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody

~ Boyfriend
Song by Ariana Grande and Social House

Sukuna was furious, each step he took toward her house fueling his rage. The more he advanced, the more a twisted part of him wanted to turn back, seething in his frustration. How dare she skip university today, ignoring his calls and messages like he didn't exist? It wasn't the first time she'd pulled this stunt-always doing what she wanted, never listening to him. And in the end, she had the nerve to blame him, insult him, as if it was his fault.

Today was important. They had two critical practicals, and her absence wasn't just careless-it was a betrayal. Not that Sukuna cared if she showed up for the practicals themselves, but they had responsibilities to each other as partners. The North partner assignment and the painting practicals were crucial. He had meticulously prepared, going over every answer the investigator might ask. He was ready to dominate, to prove he was the best in his field, as he always did. He even planned to help Yn with some of the questions, something he wouldn't do for just anyone.

But she couldn't even bother to show her face. And because of her, they only received half marks in the viva-an insult to his hard work and a blow to his pride.

The thought of her negligence only made his blood boil hotter. How dare she jeopardize his hard work, his reputation, just because she couldn't be bothered to fulfill her end of the deal? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wasn't just angry-he was insulted.

As he neared her house, Sukuna's patience was at its limit. He was ready to demand answers, and if she thought she could avoid him, she was surely mistaken. Today, she would learn exactly what it meant to cross him.

He had two reasons for showing up at her door. First, to give her a piece of his mind-her habitual ditching, her reckless attitude, and the audacity she had to act as if he didn't matter. Second, to get back his jackets. The first one he lent her in gym class and the second, which he gave her just yesterday. Her empty promises about returning them after university were all just words.

Sukuna had decided to head home and then to the club-to drink, party, and find someone to occupy his time, One night stand. But when he realized the jacket he wanted wasn't where it should be-the one he had lent her-He lost his patience.

Standing in front of her door, Sukuna could use the spare key, but he was in no mood for her yelling and throwing things. His temper was already at its limit. So, he pressed the doorbell.

He pressed it once. No response. He pressed it again. Still nothing. No one told him to wait, no footsteps approached. Sukuna pressed it again. Silence. The only sound was just the annoying sound of bell. His frustration mounted, and he shouted, "Yn! Open the damn door!"

He rang the bell again, his anger rising. "Is someone there? Open the fucking door!" Still, there was only silence. The lack of response made him uncomfortable. The uneasy thought crept into his mind-what if something had happened to her? Was she safe? Where is she?

With irritation boiling over, he pulled the spare key from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open. The door creaked open.

Sukuna stepped into the foyer, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a heightened sense of urgency. Though he had been here many times before, today felt different. The house was cloaked in darkness, with only the dim light of a hallway lamp cutting through the gloom. Everything seemed oddly quiet, as if the house itself were holding its breath.